Text pal... best story...

[kenshin_shy]

My cellphones beeping sound woke me up one night. used to receiving messages only, i grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and red the message.
"Hi there! care to be my text mate?" not knowing who the sender was, i deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, i tried to go back to sleep.
I had just closed my eyes when i heard the message tone again.
"Hi there, again! care to be my text mate?" again, the message said.
"who the hell could this be asking for a text mate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.

Again , without bothering to reply i deleted the message.
I was never a text maniac 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 cellphone. they told me that having one was more convenient they could monitor me even if they're miles away.
i wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if i was safe at home, i decided not to.
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.
Same number... Such determination!
"Pls reply to this message & be an angel & save me from these abyss of emptiness!!!"
i never knew why, but the message struck me. i got up and pushed the keys... I just realized i was replying to the message.
"I'm not an angel, and if you want someone to save you, I'm not superman... I'm just a simple person who you woke up at this hour of my night!!! anyway, do i know you?" i typed.
seconds later came the reply.
"nope. you don't know this lonely soul. nor does she know you. but i want to be your friend. I'm Mikaela Cervantes. you?"
" just call me Julius. how's you get my number?" i sent back.
" Hi Julius, nice to meet you. just shuffle the last two digits of mine," she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time i meet someone over the cellphone.
we exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. we only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! i had to prepare for school!
And that was also how it all started. A Day would not pass without loving and thoughtful messages from her. it was only then that i had to appreciate text messages and became eager and excited every time my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Mikaela 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 friend & i will keep you in my heart. lock it up & throw away the key so that no one can ever take you away from me..." one day, she sent this message to me.
I replied: 'in life, we seldom find a true person & if you ever find one, hold on & never let go.. value that person coz it's life's gift worth keeping & holding on..."
i never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, "value the person who have touched your life because you will never know just when they will walk out of your life & never come back again."
I couldn't understand what i felt that moment, but one thing i was sure though... i could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, even though we had not meet personally. but truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
i texted her back. "Don't come close if later you'll just pass by; don't touch me if later you'll just let me cry; don't love me if later you'll just leave me and 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 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 define. we only talked for a few minutes. before she hung up, she tole me not to call again. according to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.
but the voice keep ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart. i longed 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 are miles apart, you are always in my heart. i close my eyes & there you are. even if I'll see you never, I'll always be here to care for you, far longer than forever..."
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 keeping us together.
i sent her another message, "Loving you secretly is a hard thing for me to do, hoping, wondering that you will feel the same way too, but whatever it is, I'll still be loving you."
"How i wish i could really tell you how much you mean to me, but I'm afraid to love, scared to get hurt.... i hope that you will wait for me & pray that you will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.
and then i replied again. "The reason why i meet you is because of destiny but if destiny will suggest that I'll live without you, then, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
Whenever i asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "soon... Soon, Love... 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  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 credits.
But there was something that kept bothering me... i couldn't understand what it was, 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 birthday, i heard my phone's message tone again... at last! it was frome her!
"Oftentimes we say goodbye to the one we love without wanting too. though that doesn't mean that we stopped loving them or we stopped to care. sometimes, GOODBYE is a 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 Mikaela 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 the cafe, 10:00 AM today," 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.
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 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, Julius," said the angelic voice i had been dreaming of each night . the voice that i dad waited to hear for so long." please sit down."

[kenshin_shy]

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaela," I said, as i took my seat and gave the roses i brought for her.
"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. i knew she loved pink roses.
"you are always welcome, love"
"Julius, I can't stay," she said, with sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."
"But we just meet, Mikaela. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleasingly.
"I can't, really. i just came here to see you and thank you for everything, Julius. 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 something 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," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written and when i looked up, she was gone. the following day, Christmas, i woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. i hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses for Mikaela.
They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching their house, i told the guard who i was and that i was looking for Mikaela.
The Guard stared at me with sadness and amazement in his eyes and 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 to wards me, smiling sadly.
"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaela's mother. please come inside, Julius." while we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well.
"Mikaela had always been talking about her friend, Julius."
i hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaela's mother was crying while talking to me.
As we come 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 other were praying, shaking, i asked her mother, "Where is Mikaela?"
She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - Pink roses, nothing but pink 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 meet...
A man came beside me. i knew he was Mika's father.
"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. she even asked that her phone be buried with her.
She said 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 how can this be? we just saw each other yesterday."
"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. she had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.
"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 friend face, a face i knew i would never forget while i was 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 phone and typed: " you thought me how to care; you thought me how to be kind; you showed me how to like someone' you showed me how to love' but theres one thing you didn't teach me & it hurts more - you didn't teach me how to let go. I LOVE YOU."
I sent the message, and though i knew she wouldn't be able to hold her Cellphone again, i knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a rely, yet as my phone beeped again, i felt a shiver down my spine. the sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as i read the message.
"let go of the hand of the person you love, But don't let go of GOD hand. For if you hold to his hand. he maybe holding the person you love on the other hand to let you hold each other again."
"I will never forget you, Mikaela and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as i left the church...

[youkuswife]

ang ganda ng story... nakakaiyak  :animcry: 
taz ang gaganda din ung mga QOUTES...
post pa idol... :35:

[tooclose1]

wawa neman xii julius  :animcry:
peu galeng.ii ng gumawa ng story