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Not seeing each other did not lessen our love even by
a bit. What I felt for her 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 think that we would see each other, face
to face, heart to heart someday.
Just a few days before Christmas, she stopped sending
me messages. At first I just thought she had ran out of
credit on her prepaid card.
However, there was something that kept bothering me.
I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me felt
nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer.
Nevertheless, I continued sending her messages.
One night, just three days before our Lord's birthday,
I suddenly heard my phone's message tone again. At last!
It was from her!
"Often in tym, 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 it.
What did she mean? I texted her back searching for answers.
However, I found nothing. I called her but she would not
answer as usual.
For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable, desperate
and 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. I missed her messages. I missed hearing my
message tone that would indicate that she had sent another
loving message. Nobody around me could feel the emptiness
I felt.
Tut... Tut... Tut... Tut... Tut...
A day before Christmas, my cellphone beeped again. It
was her!
“Meet me at d cafe, 10 am 2day”
I read it aloud, making sure the message was true. I
jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. I got myself
ready in a hurry and 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. She had black, deep-set eyes that
spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a perfectly
chiselled nose and long black hair. Her eyes radiated
kindness and love but there was a flicker of something
in them. I thought I could detect a flicker of sadness.
“Hi, Julius,” said the angelic voice I had
been dreaming of each night.
It was a 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 her the roses I had
bought 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.
“I really must go.”
“But we just met, Mikaella. Can’t we talk
a little longer?” I asked, pleadingly.
“I really can’t. I just came here to see you
and thank you for the time you have 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 in the eyes and I could
really feel the sadness in her voice. I swear there was
something in her voice and those lovely yet lonely eyes.
She got up and smiled at me lovingly.
“Please come and visit me tomorrow morning.”
she said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written on it and when I looked up, she
was gone. The following day on Christmas, I woke up early
and got ready in excitement as I thought of her. I went
to a florist in a hurry and bought a dozen pink roses
for her.
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