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My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one                        night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed                        my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.
                     "Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
                     Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right                        away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to                        go back to sleep.
                     I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone                        again.
                     "Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again,                        the message said.
                     "Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at                        the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.
                     Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.
                     I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting                        anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not                        to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out                        of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me                        that having one was more convenient - they could monitor                        me even if they're miles away.
                     I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was                        fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe                        at home, I decided not to.
                     Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless                        sleep, the phone beeped again.
                     Same number...Such determination!
                     "Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me                        frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"
                     I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and                        pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the                        message.
                     "Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not                        superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis                        r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.
                     Seconds later came the reply.
                     "Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she                        know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes.                        U?"
                     "Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I                        sent back.
                     "Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last                        two digits of mine," she replied.
                     That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone                        over the cellphone.
                     We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other                        that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang                        at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!
                     And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass                        without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was                        only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and                        become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping                        it would be her.
                     Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew                        I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even                        if it's just through text messaging.
                     "Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart.                        Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke                        u away from me..."
                     One day, she sent this message to me.
                     I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &                        f u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go... value dat prson                        coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."
                     I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine,                        " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will                        never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr                        come back again."
                     I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one                        thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without                        a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough                        we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied                        a space, a large one, in fact in my life.
                     I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst                        pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv                        me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow                        I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span                        of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew,                        I was starting to keep her in my heart.I called her once. The voice on the other end was like                        an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something                        in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes.                        Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According                        to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.
                     But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in                        my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call                        her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept                        on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a                        little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I                        could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful,                        they came from the heart and cut through the heart.
"Though we r miles apart, u r always                        n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I'll see                        u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."                     One December night, she sent me this message. By that time                        we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God                        knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not                        seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both                        realize what was keeping us together.
                     I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is                        a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel                        d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But                        whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."
                     "How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2                        me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat                        u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of                        loving me...=)" was her reply.
                     And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is                        bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live                        w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
                     Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she                        always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."
                     Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what                        I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger                        each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love                        messages continued to flow through our lines, between our                        hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that                        sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to                        heart.
                     Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages.                        At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.
                     But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't                        understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried                        to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued                        sending messages.
                     Suddenly one night, just three days before Christmas.                        I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was                        from her!
                     "Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting                        2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or                        we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2                        say I LOVE YOU."
                     I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What                        did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers,                        but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.
                     For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate...                        empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her.                        I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.
                     The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed                        that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her                        messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another                        loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness                        I felt.
                     Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas,                        my cell beeped again. It was her!
                     "Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read                        aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with                        joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself                        ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early,                        but I wanted to be there before she arrived.
                     I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was                        surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was                        very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand                        words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and                        long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes,                        her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker                        of something in them...sadness?
                     "Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been                        dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear                        for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very                        pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my                        seat and gave the roses I brought for her.
                     "Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased                        with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.
                     "You are always welcome, Love" "Julius,                        I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was                        it tears? "I really must go."
                     "But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little                        longer?" I asked, pleadingly.
"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank                        you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything,                        Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here                        in my heart."She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could                        really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there                        was something in her voice and I swear, there was something                        in those lovely yet lonely eyes...
                     She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.
                     "Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me,"                        he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.
I read what was written and when I looked                        up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up                        early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly                        went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for                        Mikaella.                     They lived in an exclusive subdivision.
                     Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and                        that I was looking for Mikaella.
                     The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes                        and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house.                        As I looked at him while he was going inside the house,                        only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.
                     A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.
                     "Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside,                        Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion,                        she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella                        had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly                        understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why                        Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.
                     As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned                        on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed                        away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and                        afraid.
                     As we entered the hall where so many people were silently                        mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her                        mother. "Where is Mikaella?"
                     She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which                        was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.
                     No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin                        and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...
                     A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.
                     "We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you                        all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with                        her.
                     She said that in that way, you could still send her messages                        and you would always be with her."
                     I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.
                     "But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."
                     "That can't possibly be. She passed away three days                        ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she                        was a child," said her father.
                     "But..." I couldn't find the words to say.
                     "She told us not to bother reaching you, "her                        mother said, still in tears," she said you will come,                        and here you are.
                     Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside                        her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of                        my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while                        I was still alive.
                     After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel                        she had
                     told me she went everyday.
                     Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone                        and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how                        2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv;                        but ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt                        teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able                        to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my                        message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped                        again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did                        not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks                        as I read the message."Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let                        go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding                        d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."
                     "I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never                        let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the                        church.