Heyy i saw this story from this person name Ili Huda blog .
And i' ve read till end ! And i felt soo touching when i read this Love Story .
Feel wanna cry also have . If you' re not lazy , read it ! Becos this is wonderful Love Story tht i nver ever read . Its my first time babe . So enjoy (:
And i' ve read till end ! And i felt soo touching when i read this Love Story .
Feel wanna cry also have . If you' re not lazy , read it ! Becos this is wonderful Love Story tht i nver ever read . Its my first time babe . So enjoy (:
My Cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. "Who in
the world would be texting me at this time?" i asked myself . I
grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the buttons .
"Hi there! Care to be my textmate?"
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 hears the message tone
again .
"Hi there , again! Care to be my textmate?" again , the message
said .
"who the hell could this be asking for textmate at the wee
hourse 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 hourse of night, not to
mention during the day .
"Ignore it man" , i thought to myself .
Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless
sleep , the phone beeped again .
Same number ...Such determination!
"Pls reply this msg & be angel & save me from this 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 , and if you want someone to save you, im not
superman ... I'm just a simple person who u woke up at this hour
of my night , homie! Anyway , do i know you" I typed .
Seconds later , the reply came .
"Nope. U dont know this lonely soul. Nor does she know you .
But I want to be ur friend . I'm Mikaella. U?"
"Just call me Haryy.How'd u get my no.?" I sent back .
"Hi Haryy . Nice to meet you. 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 messaged and learned so much about each
other that night . We only said goodbye when my alarm clock
rang at 5:00 AM!
And that was also how it all started . A day would not pass
without loving and thoughtful messages from her . It was only
then I had learen to appreciate text messsages & 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 friend & I will keep you in my heart. Lock it up 7
throw away the key so that no one can ever take you away
from me..."One day , she sent this message to me.
I replied : "In life , we seldom find true person & if you ever find
one, hold on & never let go... Vallue that person cause it's life's gift
that's worth keeping & holding in..."
I never knew why , but her response sent shivers to my spine .
"Value the people who have touched ur life bcause u will
never know just when they will walk out of ur life & never 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 became used to having her , even thoughh
we had not met personally
But truly , she already occupied a space , a large one , in fact in
my life .
I text her back. "Dont come close if later you'll just pass by
dont touch me if late you'll just let me cry .. Dont love me if
later you'll just leave me and wont stay .."
I didnt 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 could just text each other.
But her 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 & quotations, which i copied in a little notebook.
Hopeless romantic? I didnt 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're miles apart, you are always in my heart. I close
my eyes & there you are. Even if I'll see you never again, I'll
always be here to care you, far longer than forever..."
One december night, she sent me this messag. 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 kepping us together.
I send her another message, "Loving you secretly is a hard
thing for me to do, hoping, wondering that you will feel the same
way too, but I cant read ur mind to see if you love me too. But
whatever it is, I'll still be loving you."
"How I wish I could really tell you how much you mean to me
but im afraid to love , scared to get hurt .. I hope that u will wait for
me & pray that you will not get tired of loving me..=)" was her reply
And then I replied again. "The reason why I met you is
because of destiny but if destiny will suggest dat I'll live without
you, then, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."
Whenever I asked her when we should be personally, she
always answered m "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 New Year. She stopped sending
messages. At first I just though she had run out of prepaid.
But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't
understand what was it, but it made me fell nervouse. I tried to
call her but she wouldn't answet. Nevertheless, I continued
sengind messages. Suddenly one night, just three days before
our the new year. I hear my phone's message tome again.. at
last! It was from her!
"Often, times we say goodbye to the one we love , without
wanting to. Though that doesn't mean that we stopped loving
the or we stopped to care. Sometimes, GOODBYE is a painful
way to say I LOVE YOU"
I was dumfounded. I didnt 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 answet.
For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable..desprate..
empty. I didnt know what to do. I didnt want to lose her. I had
learend to love her. And 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's sent another
loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I
felt .
Tut..tut..tut..tut..tut..just a day before New Year, my cell
beeped again. It was her !
"Meet me at the Cafe, 10AM today," 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 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
suprised 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
anf 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, Harry," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each
night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long.
"Please site down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I
said, as I took my seat and gave her the rosses I brought for her.
"THanks Harry," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses.
I knew she loved pink roses.
"You are always welcome, Love."
"Harry, I cant stay,"she said, sadness in her voice, or was it
tears? "I really must go."
"But we just met, Mikaella. Cant we talk a little longer?" I
asked, pleadingly.
"I cant really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the
time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Harry, I will
never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."
She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and could I really
feel the sadness in her voice andI 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,"she 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, New Year, I woke up early and excitedly
readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to the flower shop
and bought dozen pink roses for Mikaella. She lived in an
exclusive subdivision.
Upon reaching her 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 women went out and walk towards me, smiling sadly. "Hi,
I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Harry." While
we were walking toward the mansion, she explained to me
why she knew me very well. Mikaella had always been talking
about her friend, Harry. I hardly understood what she was
saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying
while talking tome . As we came near the great hall of the
house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe,
a relative passed aay, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was
trembling and afraind.
As we entered the hall where so many ppl wre silently
mourning while others praying, shaking, I asked her
mother. "Where is Mikaella?"
She held my hand silently, led me to the coffin which was
surrounded by flowers, pink rosses, nothing but pinkrosses.
No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin
and saw who was lying there. The same beautifyl girl I met...
A man cam beside me, I knew he was Mikaella's father.
"We are so glad you came, Harry. Mika talked of you all the
time. She even asked that her phone be burried with her.
She saiid 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 cant possibly be. She passes away three days ago.She
had been sufferingn from a heart diesease since she was a
child" said her father.
"But.."I couldnt find the words to say.
"SHe told ys 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, staaring at her lovely face, memorizing every libe of my
friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still
alive. After the interment that afternoon, I went to the Mosque
she had told me she went everyday. Sitting there praying and
crying to God, I held my phone and typed "
"You taught me how to care ,, how to be kind,
how to like some, how to love but there's one thing
you didnt teach me the most .
You didnt teach me how to let go. I ALWAYS AND
FOREVER WILL LOVE YOU.
I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldnt be able to
hold her Cellphone 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 the hand of the person you love, but dont let go of
God's hand. For if you hold his hand, he may be holding the
person you love and the other hand to let you hold each other
again."
"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go..." I
vowed to her hand to myself as I left the mosque.
-END-
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