One December night, she sent me a message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knows how happy I was. She was right. Although we were 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 feel the same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u love me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."
"How I wish I could really tel u how much u mean 2 me, bt I'm afraid 2 love, scared to get hurt. I hope dat u will wait for me and 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 if free will."
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon. soon love. soon."
Not seeing each other 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 thought 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 feel 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!
"Oftentimes, we say goodbye 2 d 1 we love w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometimes, GOODBYE is painful way to say I LOVE YOU."
I was dumbfounded. 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 Miaka took the life out of me. I missed her so much.. her messages.. The tones that would tell me she sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.
Tut..tut...tut..tut..tut..tut..tut.... just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!
"Meet me at d' cafe, 10am 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 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 of 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, Zack." 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, Miaka," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
"Thanks, Zack," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she love pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love"
"Zack, I can't stay, " she said, sadness in her voice or was it tears?" I really must go."
"But we just met, Miaka. 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, Zack I will never forget you. You will always be 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 those lovely yet lonely eyes.
She got up and smiled at me, lovingly, " Tomorrow morning , please come and visit me, " she said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what written and when I looked up, she was gone...
