SMS PART II!!!
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.
Angel 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 text messaging.
“Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart.
Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr
tke 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 & nver let go… value dat prson
coz it’s lyf’s gift worth keeping & holdin on…”
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 heart.
I called 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 de fine. 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 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 ur 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…
soon, my love.”
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
ILOVEU....”
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 Angel 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.






