|My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to|
receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily
pushed the keys and read the message.
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away
and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the
night?" I asked myself.
Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.
I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and
everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the
day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to
own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient
- they could monitor me even if they're miles away.
I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling
me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the
phone Same number...Such determination!
"Ply reply 2 dis msg& b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of
I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed
the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.
"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm
just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I
know u?" I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I
want 2 b urfrnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"
"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.
"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine,"
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the
We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that
night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM!
I had to prepare for school!
And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it
loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had
learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited
everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I
realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through
"Keep me as afrnd& I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw
away d key so dat no1 can evrtke u away from me..."
One day, she sent this message to me.
I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson& f u evr find 1, hold on
&nvr let go... value datprson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &holdin
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value
d people huhav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey
will walk out of urlyf&nvr come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was
sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her.
I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met
personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in
fact in my life.
I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ulljst pass by; don't touch
me f l8r ulljst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ulljst leave me and won't
I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my
Icalled her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft,
kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.
But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd
long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never
answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and
quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I
didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me
were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"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
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
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,
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
ou 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
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.
I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following
day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I
hurriedly w ent to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking
The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to
wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him w hile he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit. A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were
walking towards the mansion, she explained to me w hy she knew me very
well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly
understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking w hy Mikaella's mother
was crying while talking to me.
As we came near the great hall of the house, it daw ned on me that there w as
a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my
heart, I was trembling and afraid.
As we entered the hall where so many people w ere silently mourning while
others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "W here is Mikaella?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin w hich was surrounded by
flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw w ho
was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...
A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.
"W e are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even
asked that her phone be buried with her.
She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would
always be with her."
I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.
"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been
suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.
"But..." I couldn't find the w ords to say.
"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she
said you will come, and here you are.
Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at
her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I
would never forget while I was still alive.
After the internment that afternoon, I w ent to the chapel she had
told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shw d me how 2 lyksom; u shw d me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she w ouldn't be able to hold her CP
again, I knew in my heart she w ould get my message. I never expected a
reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver dow n my spine. The
sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my
read the message.
"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold
2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each
"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and
to myself as I left the church.