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A STORY OF FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE
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| SiMpLesOuLANNE | Date: Wednesday, 2011-02-09, 8:29 PM | Message # 1 |
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| My celfone’s beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receive important calls and messages only, I grabbed my cel and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.
“Hi der! Care 2b my txtm8?” Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the fone on my bedside table. I tried to go back to sleep.
‘ I’m about to close my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
“Hi der, agen! Care 2b my txtm8?” again, the message said.
Who the hell could this be asking for a textmate at the wee hours of 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 celfone. They told me that having one was more convenient..they could monitor me even if they are miles away.I want to turn off my mobile, but since my mother are fond of calling me at night just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to. Just I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the fone beeped again.
Same number..such determination!
“Pls rply 2 dis msg nd b an angel nd save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!! I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys. I realize I was replying to the message. I’m nt an angel, nd f u wnt sum1 2 save u, I’m nt superman. I’m jst a simple persn hu u woke up at dis hr of nyt! Nyweiz , do I knw u? I typed.
Seconds later came a reply.
“Nope u dnt knw dis lonely soul. Nor does she knw u. Bt I wnt 2b ur fren. I’m Anne, u?
“Just call me JM. Hw did u get my #?” I sent back.
“Hi JM nyc 2 mit u. Jst shuffled d lst 2 digits of my #” she replied.
That was the first time and mybe the last time I met someone over the celfone. We exchanged messages and learn so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 2pm. I had to prepare for work.And that was all how it started. A day would not pass without loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learn to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my fone beeped, hoping it would be her. Anne brought out something about me that I never knew I had. I realized I could be a romantic person..even if it’s just through text messaging.
“Kip me as ur fren nd I wil kip u in my hart. Lock it up nd throw awy d key so dat no 1 cn evr tke u awy frm me..”one day, she sent this message.
I replied “in my lyf, we seldom find a true persn nd f u evr find 1, hold on nd nvr let go..value dat persn coz its lyf gft worth kiping nd holdin on..” I never knew why, but her response sent shivers down my spine. “value d pipol hu hve touched ur lyf bcoz u wil nvr knw jst wen dey wil wlk out of ur lyf nd nvr cme bck agen.”
I couldn’t understand what I felt that moment, but one thing was sure though..i could not go on a day without a sinle word from her. I’d become used to having her, even though we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one in fact, in my life.
I texted her back, “Dnt cme closer f lat8r ul pas by, dnt touch me f lat8r ul jst let me cry, dnt love me f lat8r ul jst leave nd won’t stay..”
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 message to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.I called her once. The voice on the other end of the line was like an angel’s soft, kind, and full of love. Yet there was something in it I couldn’t define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hangs 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 also in my heart. I’d long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the fone. She just kept on sending message and quotations, which I copied in my laptop. Hopeless romantic? I didn’t know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me was wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
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| SiMpLesOuLANNE | Date: Wednesday, 2011-02-09, 8:30 PM | Message # 2 |
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| “though we may b miles apart, u r alwys in my hart. I close my eyes nd der u r. Evn f il c u nvr, il alwys b hir 2 tke cre of u far longer dan 4evr..” 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 ting 4 me 2 do, hoping, wondering dat u wil fil d same way 2. bt I cnt read ur mind f u love me 2. bt watevr it is, I’ll stil love u.”
“hw I wsh I cud rily tel u hw mch u min 2 me, bt im afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt..hpe dat u wil w8 4 me nd pray dat u wil nt get tired of loving me..=)” was her reply.
And then I replied again, “d rison y I met u is bcoz of destiny, bt f destiny wil sugest dat il live w/out u, den il live nt by my destiny bt of free wil.”
Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, soon…soon, Marshey…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 the lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the taught 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 thought she 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 didn’t answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.
Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord’s birthday, I herd my fone’s message tone again at last! It was from her.
“Often tyms we say goodbye 2 d 1 we love w/out wnting 2. Though dat doesn’t min we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 cre. Sumtys, 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 want to be with her forever. The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Anne 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 fill emptiness I felt.
Tut..tut..tut..tut..tut..just a day before Christmas, my fone beeped again. It was her!
“Mit me at d café’, 10am 2day”, I read aloud, making sure the massage was true, and then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I want 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 beautiful. Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words, small, kissable lips with a 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 JM,” 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, ANNE,” I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
“Thanks JM,” she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses, I knew she loved pink roses.
“You are always welcome, Marshey.
“JM, I can’t stay,” she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? “I really must go on.”
“But we just met, Anne. Can 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, JM. I will never forget you..you 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 nothing 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 was written there and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly fix myself while thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen peach roses for Anne. They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Anne. The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and he told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while 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 Victoria, Anne’s mother. Please come inside, JM” while we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well. Anne had been always been talking about her friend, JM. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Anne’s mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was 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 were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother, “where is Anne”.
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin, which was surrounded by flowers..peach roses, nothing but peach roses. No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met..
A man came beside m..I knew he was Anne’s father.
“We are so glad you came, JM. Anne talked about you all the time. She even asked that her fone 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..” I couldn’t find the words 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 friends face, a face I knew I would never forget while I’m still alive. After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday.
Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my fone and typed: “u taught me how 2 cre; u taught me how 2 love; but ders 1 ting u didn’t teach me nd it hurts more..u didn’t teach me hw 2 let go. I LOVE YOU”
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her fone again I knew in my heart she would get the message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine. The sender’s number did not appear on the screen, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.
“Let go the hand of d persn u love, bt dnt let go of God’s hand. 4 f u hold 2 his hand, he maybe holding d persn u love on d ader hand 2 let u hold each ader again.”
“I will never forget you. Anne and I will never let go..” I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.
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| kiyam | Date: Wednesday, 2011-02-09, 8:34 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Butterflies Stumbling over words to express how I feel,
My pen takes over as my emotions replace the ink
That has slowly begun to fill this page Boldly seizing my voice,
It verbalizes how your kisses mesmerize me,
How I thrive on your caresses,
How I love looking in your eyes,
And how I can't seem to let go.
Symbolizing my fantasies and dreams,
It writes to you of my intentions.
How you are the first one
Who I've found myself willing to learn and grow with.
Of my plans to not only be a part of your present
But to be essential in your future. Invading my heart it reveals my inners secrets,
My greatest hopes, and my biggest fears.
It speaks to you of the walls
That with time I have let envelop my heart,
And how with you I have seen them slowly crumbling,
Because this feeling I feel is stronger
Than the walls that have taken me so long to build.
It conveys to you my fears of getting hurt
As well as the fact that I don't care anymore
Because my heart has taken over,
And that is what I choose to follow. Representing my thoughts,
This pen listens and rejoices
As it tells you something that I've never felt before,
But that is so strong
That it cannot be mistaken for anything else.
I love you.
My voice says it,
My dreams see it,
And my heart feels it. Stumbling over words to express how I feel,
My pen takes over as my emotions replace the ink,
That has slowly begun to fill this page.
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| kiyam | Date: Wednesday, 2011-02-09, 8:35 PM | Message # 4 |
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| HABA NAMAN HABIBI MUNTIK NA KO MKTULOG HEHEHE
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| Yapsters | Date: Thursday, 2011-02-10, 1:25 PM | Message # 5 |
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| parang mga patama to sa akin lanne 
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| dash | Date: Thursday, 2011-02-10, 7:28 PM | Message # 6 |
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| ang cute ng story... super like.. 
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| kiyam | Date: Thursday, 2011-02-10, 7:54 PM | Message # 7 |
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| PINAGHIRAPAN KASI NI HABIBI YAN... SIPAG MO HABIBI TULOY MO LNG YAN.. I LOVE U
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| SiMpLesOuLANNE | Date: Friday, 2011-02-11, 4:02 AM | Message # 8 |
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| TNX GUYS..HEHE NAKULTA NGA UTAK Q S PGGWA NUN S2RY EH! WEW
YUP I WIL HABIBI..LOVEU2
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| kiyam | Date: Friday, 2011-02-11, 4:05 AM | Message # 9 |
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| SOBRANG NAGUSTUHAN KO PO.. LOVE U SO MUCH..
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| Simpl1stiC | Date: Tuesday, 2011-02-22, 5:00 AM | Message # 10 |
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| JABOOOM GINAWA MO NGA TLGA UN STORY N UN??... COPY TYPE LANG YAN EHHH...   JABBBOOOM PARA INYO NI KIYAM... araw – gabi bakit naaalala ka’t
‘di ko malimot-limot ang sa atin ay nagdaan
kung nagtatampo ka ay kailangan bang ganyan
dinggin ang dahilan at ako ay pag-bigyan kailangan ko ang tunay na pag-ibig mo
dahil tanging ikaw lang ang pintig ng puso ko
hahayaan mo ba na maging ganoon na lang
ang isa’t-isa’y mayro’ng pagdaramdam bakit ‘di pagbigyang muli ang ating pagmamahalan
kung mawawala ay ‘di bat sayang naman
lumipas natin tila ba kailang lang
at kung nagkamali sayo patawad ang pagsamo ko
tayo na’t ulitin ang pag-ibig natin
muli ikaw lang at ako 
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| poison69 | Date: Thursday, 2011-02-24, 7:10 AM | Message # 11 |
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| NICE STORY... HOPELESS ROMANTIC ANG NKAISIP NG STORY N2.. HEHEHEHE.. HONESTLY K TOUCH NG KWENTO..
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