Simpleng meryenda na lang ang pinakain ko sa kanya since sabi ko nga, aalis din naman siya kaagad. Walang rason para magtagal pa siya rito. I mean, baka may agenda siya kaya mas mabuting makaalis siya ng agaran.
"Writer ka?" he asked me while staring at the clear glass box of unopened letters. Mga papel iyon na pinilas pa sa isang notebook. Marami tapos mayroong mga dates iyon. Sobrang tagal na pero ni minsan ay hindi naman sinabi sa akin ni tita kung tungkol ba saan iyan.
Of course, now I know who's the main character of that letters. My tita only loved one person so deeply and that man is the one she told me about. Nga lang, hindi na niya naibigay. She likes writing so much. She's an open book to him but that man refused to continue reading her for the rest of her life. He went with another prologue instead of reaching the end of the story of my tita.
Well, matagal naman na iyon. It's like years ago and siguro, pareho naman na silang masaya sa buhay. That's the only information I have with them.
"Hindi. Sa tita ko iyan. Ganyan niya kamahal iyong isang tao dati kaya umabot hanggang sulat. Ang ending hindi tuloy naisulat," sagot ko saka tumabi sa kanya. Nakakrus ang braso niya saka tumango-tango na parang pati siya ay nanghinayang sa nangyari.
Gets naman niya ako siguro.
"So, nagmahal ang tita mo. Kaya pati ikaw ay nagdududa na rin sa mundo ng pag-ibig kasi nadinig mo na ang kwento niya."
"May point ka. Half oo, half hindi."
I heard him laughing halfly.
"Wow, kalahati pa. Hmm, sige. Kung ikaw ang nagsulat ng istorya nila, ano ang huling linyang isusulat mo?"
Sandali akong nag-isip. I thought of something worth lines to read, to catch the attention of a reader and to make it feel memorable.
Ayoko nang gawin pang masakit ang ending nilang dalawa. Two people deserves to have a happy ending kahit na sobrang gasgas na ng linyang iyon. Every people has right to experience that.
Iyong mata ko ay tumitig sa clear box na iyon, nakatitig masyado sa isang papel na mayroong sulat ng petsa.
May 11.
Nagtataka tuloy ako kung anong mayroon sa petsang iyan.
"The man who considered me as a blessing turned out to be now blessed with someone I never expected to be his other half," I said with much confidence.
"Too common."
"Iyan ang naisip ko, eh. My own last sentence so might as well accept it? Nag-assume nga tayo na if tayo nga ang nagsulat, 'di ba?"
"Okay, chill lang. Hindi naman ako nangangain. Nagsabi lang ng opinyon, ito naman."
Umirap ako sa kanya ng bahagya pero naroon sa loob ang kaunting saya. He pays attention, huh?
"So what's your last sentence?"
"Hoping that we have high chances of docking on the same shore, at the middle of the wideness of the sea, he chose to change his direction and until now, he remained lost in someone's eyes but still stays found in me, inside my heart. He now found his own docking point. At last."
Wow. He said those words while staring deeply at those kept letters as if he became part of that love story years ago. Like he became a witness of how tragic their story is, of how tragic the happenings between two people before.
I hate to admit this, that everytime he's near at me, I can see how beautiful he is. How he can effortlessly pull a look without even looking at the mirror first to fix himself.
