It has been 3 years now since we’ve seen each other. Nothing has changed, except for her short hair which emphasized her beautiful face. It has been 3 years of no talks. Just plain silence.

We were walking in the hallway of one of the known hospitals in the country. Chances seemed to be on my side, there no one in the hallway except for the to of us. I stood infront of her as my memories of the past keep flashing back in my mind.

It was in our elementary days when I first saw her face. We were seatmates when we were in grade 3. Destiny seemed to work those times. We were friends since then. We were on 2nd yr highscool when I’m about to profess my love for her. That very special day I’m about to tell her what I feel was the same day I was broken. She told me that she has that special someone.

Years passed, I ignored my feelings, as if nothing happened, as if I was not broken. I had 2 girlfriends back then, one when I was in 3rd year and one when I was in 4th yr, but nothing changed, she still owned my heart. We were still friends, we were still partners in crime. Until we fraduated.

Graduation day seemed to be the sign that I must forget her. It was the last time I saw her beautiful face close to mine, as we walk out of the church right after our graduation rights.

We entered in a different college. I had my own life and she had her own. I enjoyed my life without her and I know she’s enjoying her life too. Destiny seemed to play a tickon me. I texted her the night before her birthday, just making sure if she still uses her number. I though that it would be just a “hi-hello” conversation, but I was wrong. It was s nice and another heartbreak night. Once mor, I became his advicer after so many years. It was one of the few times that I felt that she needed mem that she neeeded a true friend whom she could tell all her heartaches.

Today, it was exactly one year and 16 days since that night happned. I smiled on her and she smiled back. I embraced her and whicper into her ears: “I’m still waiting for you.” She hugged me tight as if she missed me more that I missed her, but she whispered: “If you only knew.” and then she cried and walk away. Thinking of what she said, I stood in that place for a momnet, until my clinical instructor called my attention.

I went out of the hospital. I hurriedly went home. With something on my mind, I opened my laptop and browse the internet. I opened my latest email portal then something came into my mind, my old email portal. I hurriedly opened it recalling my password. I had 3 attempts until I opened it. There were 361 mesages coming from one person. I opened the latest message. I was shocked to what I read: “I think this is the end. I waited for so long.” Still, with thoughts boggling my mind, I opened the oldest message, here it goes:

Sept.15, 2008

Rebh, This is Kaye. I was not honest to you last night. I was supposed to tell you that I love you. I was weak. I was not strong enough to tell you how I really feel. I know, you waited for so long. This would be the last day you’ll wait for me. I love you.

The message dated day after day. Kaye emailed me almost everyday. Destiny seemed to play a trick on me once more. I cried. I went back in the hospital and waited until the end of Kaye’s shift, but there was no Kaye or eben a shadow of her. I walk back home. It rained, as if the night comforts my broken heart. I was walking on the side of the road when I heard a voice calling my name. I stopped and looked at her. It was dark that I can’t see her face, but I know that voice. She ran towards me, but a car came rushing on her.  She was hit. She bleed. I cried. I go tho her and embraced her. She was ut of breath. Her pulse was weak, until its gone.

I was awaken by a loud alarm of my phone. I opened my eyes with tears falling on my face. I hurriedly opened my old email portal with two messages coming from one person. I smiled and answer back. I wore the shirt that Kaye gave me during my 19th birthday, I went out of our house and wentr to cemetery. It has been 40 days since Kaye left me.

 

November 19th, 2008 by thefinalsong I am a fourth year nursing student of Far Eastern University. He is part of one of the University wide organization in his school. He has the passion on writing. I'm from Mindoro, the land of the Tamaraws :)