It's been
2 weeks yeasterday since I last saw him. The date marked
13th of November 2006 was a date notched in this heart of mine. The day we called
"Our Last Day." We spent hours together, just me and him alone in a special place named the
"Ministop." We were actually arguing on what to buy when we were staying and sitting there at the ministop. He told me we need to buy something. I guess what he meant was he wants to treat me even for that last time. But for me, he doesn't need to do that, sitting beside him satisfied me more. Being with him, just him alone beside me is already something for me. Hmmmm... Not just
"Something" but
"Everything" to me. Even if
Silence occupied most of our time together, I guess we really need not to speak out what we really feel for each other. No words are best suited for us to express what one really feels... No words... It may sound ridiculous but in those moments of silence with him I could already feel his love for me, the only problem was that, did i let him feel my love for him in those silent moments? or should I say did he felt my love for him even if I didn't say it in vague words? I do hope so... Funny how I acted or I mean
WE acted when we saw each other that day. That was already the end of my last subject (Biochemistry Laboratory) and he was about to get something in the school that's why he was there. Okay, I'll state my point of view starting off the moment I received his text message saying that he was already in my school up to the end of our day.
~Fallen_Existence's POV (Point of View)~
Upon receiving his text, I eventually arrange my things to prepare for my exit and actually I didn't mind his text saying he was already at my school. I said to myself maybe he just texted earlier, maybe he's still walking somewhere, maybe he's just near the school but not yet inside the campeus. I had so many assumptions about his text. Then, I heard one of my friends calling me and telling me to go down stairs. Honestly speaking, I was quite confuse why she wants me to go down stairs, why do I have to go down stairs? And so I just told her I'll be there in just a second. I was busy packing my things up didn't realizing I hadn't got the chance to check my manual to my professor (I'm so stupid! I'm so pre-occupied!). I just noticed that I hadn't got a sign in my manual when I got home. Enough that for moment, let's get back to the packing of things, okay, so I'm done putting my things inside my bag. I didn't carry my bag with me as I was going down the stairs and as I was going down I was actually playing, skipping the steps in the stairs (playing like a kid! hahaha!). On my last step, as i turned 45 degrees to my right I was held back by the scenario, he was there standing near the entrance door with black shirt, white snickers, faded black pants with black body bag that is filled with bag pins and keychains and with him was a black hanky. He was constantly wiping his face to remove his sweats caused by the ultimate hot weather that time. As I was approaching him, I didn't know what to say. My head was blank! My mouth was shut tight! I just nodded at him and he nodded back as well. That was it! OMG! For the first time in my life my mouth was never made shut. I mean, there are lots of things I may have told him as I was approaching him but I couldn't do it. I don't know what happened to me then. I'm surprised! I'm shocked! That's all I can say. We were left alone together by our three towered friends. I feel so stupid as I was with him, as we saw each other again. Why you ask? I actually don't know! Hahahaha! I just feel so stupid, maybe because of my actions, because of words unspoken. I accompanied him to get his good moral and accompanied him back to the registrar. As we were waiting for his good moral in the 6th floor of Kalayaan building, we were so silent then or in tagalog terms
"Nagkakailangan." Upon heading the 6th floor of Kalayaan building (Since he was not a student in that school anymore he has to get an I.D from the guard, I didn't heard what the guard actually told him so I ask HIM what it was. The guard said "Iniwan mo na siya." something like that... and so I got the point.) After hgetting a paper from the Dean's Office we head back to the registrar to set some dues. We were having a conversation in the registrar when one of our ex-classmate (Hehehe!) arrived and so we had a little chit-chat with him. I asked permission to him that I would just be getting my bag upstairs but I'll be back in a while (Of course I would come back! Why wouldn't I? Hehehe!). After setting things, we went back again to Kalayaan building where we first crossed the streets (He was really a gentleman, even when we were not that close enough, that was before, he's really a gentleman! No questions ask! He really is and I mean it!). He was actually holding my hand as we were crossing the streets. (Hahaha!) Okay, so back in Kalayaan building. We argued where we would be staying. I don't know which place is best suited for our last day but for me, any place will do as long as I'm with him, place wouldn't matter anymore! Finally, we agreed that we'll just spend it in
MINISTOP (The greatest tambayan of the RTR students! Hehehe!) We spend 3 hours together, it feels like eternity when I was with him though it was only a few hours. On our first hours of sitting there, I couldn't help but just look at his face, I don't wanna say something (I just don't feel like saying anything...). I could see from his face, he as well don't want to end everything between us, but what else might we do? (Got any suggestion?) In our succeeding times together we exchanged letters (writing it on the cover of the belgian chocolate ice cream we ate...). But what really touched me was that he has given me "Our Babhy Jack Skellington", just looking at the keychain he has given me already reminds me of him ('coz they both look a like! hehehe!). In these 2 weeks, I'm always sleeping with Babhy Jack, giving him goodnight kiss and he goes wherever I go. Babhy Jack is also with me whenever I sing my prayers at night (Panalangin by Moonstar88). I'm going to take good care of Babhy Jack coz I'll killl myself if I ever lost it... Besides Babhy Jack, I got 3 1x1 photos of him and it is currently placed in my wallet where everyone can see who my special person is in my life... What else? My pink hanky which I was using that day was so important and so memorable! It's because he perfumed it with his own scent, though my hanky was already washed, I could still smell his scent whenever I'm using that hanky. Maybe that's how things work whenever you have something valuable, it's a stronghold of every moments spent. As our time draws near, I want to stop the time so that we'll both be stucked together, so that we won't part ways. But I couldn't do that, it's not in my grasp, that day has to end, I know it but I just can't accept it. Time has come to say our last words but still, no words were spoken instead, actions were made. He held my hand so tight as we were walking going to the transportation that would be leading me home. I held his hand ever so tightly as well, if allowed, I wouldn't let it go but... I should. Until now, 28th of November 2006, I could still feel his hand dominating around my hand as if today is still 13th of November 2006. I could still feel his sturdy and spider like fingers wrapped around my hands. I could still feel the warmth of his touch clasped between my chubby fingers in my right hand. I could still feel everything! Nothing has changed! It's as if today is still 13th of November 2006. As we both approach the terminal, I know that time was already Goodbye. No! I hate goodbyes! It sucks! Damn it sucks! I don't wanna hear someone telling me
'goodbye' especially when I know I won't ever see that person ever again. *Don't Let go!* my heart was shouting those words repeatedly, all over again... *Never Let Go!* my heart shouted hoping he would hear me out. I had no choice, no matter what happens we must do this, for the sake of everybody concerned in the situation. Fast as a speeding bullet (not Superman though...) a soft and warm feeling approached my left cheeks, he kissed me. A goodbye kiss, then, he walked away. Watching him leave pains me. Why do things like this happen? Why can't he just stay? Why do I have to feel this kind of burden? It's because of
LOVE. Love is a paradise, yet it is also a hell. That was it, we parted ways. As I was sitting in the van, I couldn't help but reminisce all the times I've spent with him, everything that had happened between us, I tried to recall all of it. I try to visualize his appearance in my mind and heart, his facial structure, the way he smile (does he ever smile? well, yes! he smiles whenever we are taking photos - me and him.), the way he puts gel on his hair, the way he reviews whenever we have classes (he really looks like a murderer/ a killer whenever he's serious... Hahaha!), the way he writes (his penmanship...), his smell, the way he pronounce the letter "R"... Almost everything that I could possibly think of about him, I had done it just by sitting in that uncomfy chair of the van (Hehehe...) It was a flashback of what happened starting from the beginning. As I got home, he kept on ringing my phone that's why I kept on crying whenever I see my phone ringing and whenever I see who the caller is (DruMmeR WaFu) with matching picture of us. I didn't visibly cry. As one of the quoted message in text says that "...there are tears in the heart that never reaches the eyes." Uh-huh! I said it clear enough, my eyes didn't shattered any tears but my heart was bleeding to death! I couldn't stand the pain so I let myself fall asleep to atleast cover and hide some of the bruises. It didn't work! As I wake up the other morning, it's as if my heart was still freshly cut by a dagger. So much pain inflicted on me... Tell me? How could I surpass all of this? How? When all I could ever think of is him alone... When all that I have up to now is this sincere, loyal and perenial feeling (seems like eternity feeling)... What perenial feeling? I know you already got it. You're smart enough to know what it is...
~End of Fallen_Existence POV~
---> Weird right? Blogs are already the person's point of view. But why have I placed "Fallen_Existence POV" still? 'Cause I want to hear HIS point of view so I'll be leaving this, hoping I would get his POV, then maybe I'll edit this and re-post this blog...
~Drummer Wafu's POV~
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~End of Drummer Wafu's POV~
Letting go of someone was never easy, especially when you truly love that someone so much. Painful, yes it is. You know what's the fact when you are totally bruised? Your eyes never show the real pain but the heart bleeds to death... What's worst is that, it's your very own dagger slowly killing your heart...
FLYING KISSES,
Trixzhia #37