Last Sunday night, January 2, 2011, when we arrived in Manila from Puerto Princesa City, I became shuttered again into pieces because of what I saw. I can't fully understand why after a year of without having any attachment to each other, I felt in love again to "12" once more.
This Christmas break was one of the best. I could say that because I was really happy of what happened to me after a great depression I'd experienced in Manila. Because of her, I felt that I have life again. I could feel the warmth of her care. Everything that we felt for each other three years ago was present during that great day. I don't know what happened, She's like a gift from above that answered my prayers from the day that I asked for that day to come. I thought it would last for long. Unfortunately, it wouldn't.
I was happy. Yes I was. From the first minute we saw each other, December 25, 2010, past 11 in the morning. A warm welcome by her was shown by a simple kiss and a hug that made my heart alive once again after a painful experience from a distant place.
We talked of what happened to me. She showed her care and concern for me. I was touched by her words. I couldn’t help myself to listen to her voice over and over. If I had a voice recorder during that time, maybe I've recorded it and listen to it every time.
We took a walk to our city. Just spending our time together. We reminisced the old times by laughing after passing by the streets that once we'd walk together. It was fun. Then we decided to rest for a while. Everything was there in that place. It's like we were still the same since from the start. It was like a dream that came.
Spending the evening with her family was another thing. It feels like I am a part of her family. Then she, I am already. It was very flattering. Its just having two families with different personalities.
That night, I thought everything would be the same in the next days that would come. Having that great happiness I felt was indeed rewarding in some way. We walked together, almost embracing each other. We were so close to the extent that I could feel her heart beating. The warmth of her touch was there enclosing my hips. Walking through sea of faces against the cold breeze of the sea together with delightful smiles and sweet laughs from her. A lovely evening, indeed.
We went to their home to continue the celebration of Christmas. Their, we all ate the same time sharing the same food. It was fun though. Cracking jokes and laughing with each other. Until it was almost 12 midnight, and we decided to leave now.
I don't understand why every time we had that kind of time with each other, my feelings for her always awoke like its always the same since the very first. Honestly I am very happy. But I am not aware of the consequences that I might get. Maybe because I am in a fantasy. A temporary fantasy with no glimpse of reality. Hoping to be the same and hoping for the good.
Unfortunately, everything started to change. Like the previous years, it was that feeling of being ignored once again. I did not accept it. I was still blind of what I feel. Then my birthday came. She promised that she'd come. Of course, I was expecting her to spend her time with me. But because of this gig, it ruined my night. I was suppose to be with her, with my friends, and with my family. Now I am thinking, what if I refused that gig, would it be the same? Or still, would she leave to meet her date? After thinking it deeply, both could be possible. But what could I do, its already done. What I have now is this bullshit. I had regrets of letting her go during that night. But I think it was meant to happen. Its just that I wasted many chances to make my self fulfilled. It makes me sick. All of those chances were flashing back every now and then, making me crazy and almost cry for it. I knew I had one last chance to hug and kiss her. But I don't know what happened, I let that chance flew away. Now it bothers me a lot. What if that would be the last, and their would be no more.
The day of parting came. A weird day for me. I wished that day that I would have more time with her. And it came true. Our flight was delayed because of an aircraft problem. So instead of sitting, waiting for the time of the flight, we went out of the airport to have a walk. We called it "last minute gala". Everything was fine at first. Then this guy she used to date before was asking something from her. A souvenir maybe. So she left again. She was planning to meet him again for the last time. Then time was too fast. It was 3 in the afternoon, and I decided to go back to the airport hoping that the airplane would come sooner. Unfortunately, it didn't.
Now, this is the hurting part. After an hour of travel soaring the night sky, at last we were in Manila. Someone was waiting for her outside the arrival. I let her go first because I don't want to see them meet each other. I know it would be too painful for me. Now I put my attention on how to get home as soon as possible because it was getting late. My sight was caught by them from a distance. I can’t help myself not to look to them. Now I'm upset. There's nothing I could do but ignore everything.
We were getting closer to our taxi. One last turn and were on. Coincidently, the moment I turned my head to look for our taxi, I saw them once again. I saw her hand reached his head telling him to kiss her. And that's it. They kissed each other. WHAT THE FUCK! What's wrong with you! Do you have any respect for me as your ex boyfriend? Didn't I tell you that I am still here? Are you insane or what? After everything I've done for you, you'll pay me with that?! FUCK! That made me so angry!
Her mother was asking me if she already left. I almost couldn’t make a text message because I was shaking because of anger. I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I'm in a public place. I felt my lips were zipped. I couldn't say any word. My heart was beating too fast, and I could feel that my heart was crying. What a depressing sight.
I let her know what I felt, because that was very hurtful to me. I couldn't hide it. I want her to know that I'm not happy from what I saw. It was like slapping my face from all directions. Stabbing my chest that reached my heart and tore it to small pieces. Burning my whole body without a flame but could turn me into ashes and vanish in the wind. Everything I've done for her was put into nothing because of that. As much as possible, I don't want to be mad at her, because she's still special to me. I know, I still love her, because if I wasn't, I won't be affected so badly. But now, I think I am getting use to it. Even though I still think of her, I could still feel the pain inside. I don't know how long will it last.
I witnessed the most painful thing I'd imagined. Now its not an imagination anymore, its now reality. Not a good start for this year 2011.