Thirty minutes ago, my celfone played my message alert tone (”Ooohh it’s youuu, sweet babbbyyyy…”) for three consecutive times. Upon checking my phone, however, it alerted me for neither a missed call nor a text message. Zero. Nada. Zilch.
At first, I wondered. Second ring, I got scared. Minumulto ba ako? Third ring, I was in the verge of panic! What if that was an intended message about a very important matter I’ve been waiting for the past few days? What if it was from someone I’ve been waiting to call?!
Then, I started blaming SMART. Yes, the network provider. Was it a system error? Was somebody trying to mess up with my prepaid account? Kainis. I was left with no choice but to text five regular visitors in my Inbox, asking them one by one if they were the ones trying to reach me a while ago.
Only one replied so far. I appreciated this person’s immediate textback considering that he was a thousand miles away. We ended up picking up where we left off and exchanged a few three-page texts. “Hindi ako ‘yon. But do tell me if makuha ka diyan sa ina-aplayan mo ha. Gusto ko na ring umuwi, walang career path dito. And you’re right, iba pa rin sa Pilipinas. So, go for whatever that will make you happy. I’ll see you as soon as I get back. Ingat.”
Sigh. Nakaka-miss din to have someone who will be there to take care of me, support me in times like this, and assure me that everything’s gonna be okey. While I got a few good friends who cheer me up every now and then, iba pa rin ‘yong someone who will really be there for me during the good as well as the bad times.
Some people think that I have become cynical about love. Of course not. I’m still looking forward to meet that person who’s gonna shake my world! Literally and figuratively. Hahaha… “Gusto mo na ba ulit magka-lovelife?” a friend asked me a week ago. “Oo naman.. oo naman!” But I’m not forcing it. I want my next lovelife to be as spontaneous as can be. Just like in the movies.
All this time, I’m waiting for my own Henry Roth (50 First Dates) or Robbie Hart (The Wedding Singer) to come along. If he’s from the past, present, or future, it doesn’t really matter as long as he’s someone I can laugh with, cry with, fight with, make up with, do crazy things with, argue and talk with. More than anything else, he must also be my best friend.
Because it’s our friendship that will keep us together once all the passion and romance fizzles out. Again, just like in those movies I’ve seen.
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