tiararossa
09-15-2010, 08:59 PM
"Though we r miles apart, u r
always n my heart. I close my
eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see u
never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u,
far longer dan 4ever..."
One December night, she sent
me this message. By that time we
had been exchanging messages
for more than a month. God
knew how happy I was. She was
right. Although we had not seen
each other, what we felt was
enough to make us both realize
what was keeping us together.
I sent her another message,
"Loving u secretly is a hard thing
4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that
u will feel d same way 2, but I
can't read r mind f u luv me 2.
But whatever it is, I'll still be
loving u."
"How I wish I cud really tell u
how much u mean 2 me, but m
afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...
I hope dat u will wait 4 me &
pray dat u will not get tired of
loving me...=)" was her reply.
And then I replied again. " The
reason y I met u is bcoz of
destiny but f destiny will suggest
dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not
by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we
would meet personally, she
always answered, "Soon...soon,
love...soon."
Not seeing each other did not
lessen, even a bit, what I felt for
her...rather, it even grew deeper
and stronger each day. And I
was sure, she felt the same way,
too. Love messages continued to
flow through our lines, between
our hearts, which made us go on
each day with the thought that
sooner, we would see each
other, face to face, heart to
heart.
Just a few days before Christmas.
She stopped sending messages.
At first I just though she had ran
out of prepaid.
But there was something that
kept bothering me... I couldn't
understand what was it, but it
made me fell nervous. I tried to
call her but she wouldn't
answer. Nevertheless, I
continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three
days before our Lord's birthday.
I heard my phone's message
tone again... at last!It was from
her!
"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1
we luv w/o wanting 2. Though
dat doesn't mean dat we
stopped loving dem or we
stopped 2 care. Sometyms,
GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I
LOVE YOU."
I was dumfounded. I didn't know
what to think of. What did she
mean? I texted her back,
searching for answers, but found
nothing. I called her but she
would not answer.
For the first time in my life, I felt
so miserable...desperate... empty.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't
want to lose her. I had learned
to love her. And I wanted to be
with her forever.
The following days I felt nothing
but emptiness. It seemed that
Mikaella took the life out of me.
I missed her so much...her
messages...The tones that would
tell me she'd sent another loving
message. Nothing around me
could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day
before Christmas, my cell
beeped again. It was her!
"Meet me at d café, 10 AM
2day," I read aloud, making sure
the message was true, then I
jumped with joy upon hearing
from her again. Hurriedly, I got
myself ready and I went to the
mall. I knew it was still early, but
I wanted to be there before she
arrived.
I arrived at the meeting place ten
minutes earlier. I was surprised
to see her already there, smiling
at me. She was very beautiful,
Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a
thousand words; small, kissable
lips; a nose perfectly chiseled
and long black hair - everything
in her was beautiful. And yes,
her eyes radiated kindness and
love...but there was a flicker of
something in them...sadness?
"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice
I had been dreaming of each
night. The voice that I had waited
to hear for so long. "Please sit
down." "I am very pleased to
meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I
took my seat and gave the roses
I brought for her.
"Thanks, Julius," she smiled,
obviously pleased with the roses.
I knew she loved pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love"
"Julius, I can't stay," she said,
sadness in her voice, or was it
tears? "I really must go."
"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't
we talk a little longer?" I asked,
pleadingly.
"I can't really. I just came here to
see you and thank you for the
time you shared with me. Thank
you for everything, Julius. I will
never forget you...you will always
be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight
into the eyes, and I could really
feel the sadness in her voice and
I swear, there was something in
her voice and I swear, there was
something in those lovely yet
lonely eyes...
She got up and smiled at me,
lovingly.
"Tomorrow morning, please
come and visit me," he said and
gave me a piece of white linen
paper.
always n my heart. I close my
eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see u
never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u,
far longer dan 4ever..."
One December night, she sent
me this message. By that time we
had been exchanging messages
for more than a month. God
knew how happy I was. She was
right. Although we had not seen
each other, what we felt was
enough to make us both realize
what was keeping us together.
I sent her another message,
"Loving u secretly is a hard thing
4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that
u will feel d same way 2, but I
can't read r mind f u luv me 2.
But whatever it is, I'll still be
loving u."
"How I wish I cud really tell u
how much u mean 2 me, but m
afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt...
I hope dat u will wait 4 me &
pray dat u will not get tired of
loving me...=)" was her reply.
And then I replied again. " The
reason y I met u is bcoz of
destiny but f destiny will suggest
dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not
by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we
would meet personally, she
always answered, "Soon...soon,
love...soon."
Not seeing each other did not
lessen, even a bit, what I felt for
her...rather, it even grew deeper
and stronger each day. And I
was sure, she felt the same way,
too. Love messages continued to
flow through our lines, between
our hearts, which made us go on
each day with the thought that
sooner, we would see each
other, face to face, heart to
heart.
Just a few days before Christmas.
She stopped sending messages.
At first I just though she had ran
out of prepaid.
But there was something that
kept bothering me... I couldn't
understand what was it, but it
made me fell nervous. I tried to
call her but she wouldn't
answer. Nevertheless, I
continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three
days before our Lord's birthday.
I heard my phone's message
tone again... at last!It was from
her!
"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1
we luv w/o wanting 2. Though
dat doesn't mean dat we
stopped loving dem or we
stopped 2 care. Sometyms,
GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I
LOVE YOU."
I was dumfounded. I didn't know
what to think of. What did she
mean? I texted her back,
searching for answers, but found
nothing. I called her but she
would not answer.
For the first time in my life, I felt
so miserable...desperate... empty.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't
want to lose her. I had learned
to love her. And I wanted to be
with her forever.
The following days I felt nothing
but emptiness. It seemed that
Mikaella took the life out of me.
I missed her so much...her
messages...The tones that would
tell me she'd sent another loving
message. Nothing around me
could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day
before Christmas, my cell
beeped again. It was her!
"Meet me at d café, 10 AM
2day," I read aloud, making sure
the message was true, then I
jumped with joy upon hearing
from her again. Hurriedly, I got
myself ready and I went to the
mall. I knew it was still early, but
I wanted to be there before she
arrived.
I arrived at the meeting place ten
minutes earlier. I was surprised
to see her already there, smiling
at me. She was very beautiful,
Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a
thousand words; small, kissable
lips; a nose perfectly chiseled
and long black hair - everything
in her was beautiful. And yes,
her eyes radiated kindness and
love...but there was a flicker of
something in them...sadness?
"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice
I had been dreaming of each
night. The voice that I had waited
to hear for so long. "Please sit
down." "I am very pleased to
meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I
took my seat and gave the roses
I brought for her.
"Thanks, Julius," she smiled,
obviously pleased with the roses.
I knew she loved pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love"
"Julius, I can't stay," she said,
sadness in her voice, or was it
tears? "I really must go."
"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't
we talk a little longer?" I asked,
pleadingly.
"I can't really. I just came here to
see you and thank you for the
time you shared with me. Thank
you for everything, Julius. I will
never forget you...you will always
be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight
into the eyes, and I could really
feel the sadness in her voice and
I swear, there was something in
her voice and I swear, there was
something in those lovely yet
lonely eyes...
She got up and smiled at me,
lovingly.
"Tomorrow morning, please
come and visit me," he said and
gave me a piece of white linen
paper.