Two
days ago…
…the
past returned and sent me an email with his kind of a prudish approach. And
expectedly, it ruined the earlier part of my beautiful day. He was asking some
non-sense and stupid questions prior to his own self. Well,
I didn't intend to mind too much because again, that was past.
He
was past. A forgotten history.
Yesterday…
…when
I was busy editing the things to be delivered to our external campuses, I
suddenly received a text from an unregistered number—an unknown number. And
when I tried to read the digits one by one, it became so familiar. And I said,
“Ah okay. So it’s him.”
I
opened the text message to know his intention. The kind of approach he was
showing was the typical type he was before—still hadn't changed. And
so he sent me messages like somebody who never messed up with me. Wow. What a
treacherous man he is.
Today…
…he
still sends off his greetings and blablabla and I really want to stop him. It’s
disgusting, annoying, and I just don’t like it!
But,
I realized I should not be that bitter; instead I should be a forgiver.
Somehow, that ruthless game he played needs total forgiveness. I don’t wanna be
hooked up too much cause again, that was past. I went on with the good flow
until he asked if he could call and sing me a song.
I
said no, of course! I was surprised and I wasn’t ready to hear his voice. On
that certain juncture, I think it’s never the same as before. There really must
be a gap-- just a little gap. So he would not expect something in return.
But
he insisted… Oh myyy! I stopped for a moment and thought deep.
“Okaaaaayyyy.
It’ll just be a song, Nik. You’ll just listen to it. No words will be coming
out of your mouth. Why won’t you just give him a chance?”
I
pressed the reply button, typed “Ok.”, and sent it. Seconds after, my ringtone
played and I picked up my phone. He sang an unfamiliar song with a lovely tune
and a… a beautiful voice from no other than him. He’s talented. He sings very
well. And that’s so sweet of him to sing me a full song of his new favorite record
perhaps.
When
I first heard of the first syllable of the first word he sang, I was like being
situated in a very romantic place with tiny blinking lights surrounding,
sitting in front of a magnificent table setting, and smelling roses from
everywhere while listening to somebody who’s singing a beautiful song with a
piano accompaniment in it. A perfect one indeed. I listened to him carefully
with my headphones on, and begun to smile with much appreciation.
When
the song ended, he immediately pressed the end call (because he knows I don’t
wanna talk to him over the phone or even in person) and texted me a “goodnight”
on a very hot afternoon. He said he got tired from their basketball practice
and sleeping will be of big help. Of course I agreed, and I went on blogging.
Well, everything happens for a reason. And I still believe on this cliché
statement after all.
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