Two days before your birthday. The wait for your reply seemed like forever. It was so unlikely of you. Someone who never had me wait, someone who would be there in 5 minutes every time I need help in carrying my heavy bag, someone who would bring me food since i always forget eating, someone who would not get tired of wowing me with his cooking. Then suddenly no reply.
The explanation was a distraught yet I accepted. So your late response was because you were eaten by your senseless insecurity. I deserve someone better you said. I told you then it was okay. You had your eye on me, yes. And you decided to stop just when I started liking you back. A few months later, I saw you tagged in some picture with someone in your arm.
Two years later, your name suddenly popped up in my computer with a message. We were exchanging a few messages once in a while but it was purely business. This time, it was weird. Yes, "the monologue" was your style. And maybe you hate me because I am different from all the others, I don't get bitten by it easily. I always read you. This time, I think I did but at first I seriously thought it was not serious, like how we have always been. But then again, you are. And your words came out, just like that, without anything from my side. It was like some gun fired nonstop.
[
Buzz..
oo, naiisip kita minsan.
ikaw naiisip mo ako madalas.
wag ka mag-alala, sinasabi ko lang nasa isip mo.
hala ano yan? lakas mo ha, feelingerow... :P (nang gu-goodtime ka na naman!)
ah.
so.
kamusta
oo
may connection tayo, you and i
it was never for naught.
oo, minsan naiisip ko din kung paano nga kung naging tayo
wag ka mag-alala, its better this way.
you're a great person and ill remain such an a**h*l* for you.
yes, you deserve a better person.
whatever you're thinking at this moment, the answer is no.
then yes.
then yes again.
at wag ka makulit.
nagfifeeling ka na naman. ano yan, kanta? anong meron?
im not answering anymore questions from you,
typed or vocalized.
drama mo.
wag ka kiligin sakin, im just flesh and bone.
]
Now I get it. You miss me.
Two years ago. It's all over now. The chapter is closed. No more complications.
Fin.
*He is in italics.
