
Originally Posted by
sHenZee03
I did.
We were together for about 2 years. He always drove me to school. Then one day, he just disappeared. No text, no call, no email, no nothing. After 4 or 5 days of constantly trying to reach his unreachable, out of service mobile phone, it rang. I cried because of relief. At least I knew he was still there...somewhere. He called me up and sounded so calm, as if being suddenly out of touch with each other didn't happen.
The first words I uttered were, "I f*cking miss you, you bastard!", as tears rolled down my cheeks. Then he explained that he couldn't find the words to say goodbye and that he left the country to get his brain tumor operated. He wanted to surprise me as soon as he got back here but he and I didn't know that his surprise would include him inside a box...a coffin, to be more specific. I was at school when my phone rang. It was his mom calling. I was excited. But she never said a word until I was finished asking her about him.
"Yes, he's here. I'll pick you up tonight. We need to talk." So she did. She took me to Cosmopolitan, Lahug. And there I saw our friends and his family, welcoming me with tears of sorrow. I smiled and said, "This has got to be the best prank ever!" I looked around for a trace of a smile but found nothing but tears. I walked up towards the coffin and there he was. Peaceful.
I dreamt of him before his remains arrived here and in that dream I could remember him saying, "I'm home".
It was the worst time of my life. I felt like I have lost all the reason to keep on living. I was alive but felt so dead inside. He and my Lola were my number one fans. Whenever I'd play, they'd be there cheering. He'd stand at the side lines holding silly posters saying "Marry Me #3!!!", "#3 has the cutest ass ever!" and whatever embarrassing yet flattering things he could think of. But they're both gone now. And I'm still here. I know they'd be happy if I'm happy.
The joys of pain is manifested in our ability to be better persons after a devastating phase in our life. In that experience I have learned that the best soldiers in life's battlefield are the ones whose hearts have been deeply wounded. Just like how my favorite song goes:
"You've made me stronger by breaking my heart
...you've made me stronger baby, by saying...goodbye."
where is the good in goodbye in a situation like this?
are you mika? no3 jersey..