The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.- Hellen Keller
2005, i met a guy that is totally a stranger. We don't have any common friend. We are not in the same school. We are totally of different age bracket - a complete stranger.
During a break, I decided to join some of my classlmates to play dota. I opted to join so I can learn how to play - hoping I'll get hook as well. We were on the second floor of this computershop, preparing our systems, connecting to the server - everyone on the second floor was connected on that server. My classlmates thought me the basics of dota, the keys to move forward, move backward, move sideways. to fire.We were all in the groove playing, the mood is there, everyone was shouting names of their groupmates, and suddenly i received a chat message "ge!". I was disturbed because i don't know that there is a chat in dota! I ignored the message, and instead I continued playing. Then my character died, the anonymous sender of the chat message still popping up. I asked for help how to answer the message, we continued chatting instead of playing. He asked for my number and gave it to him. and i quote him:"ge, ano number mo para itetext kita tungkol sa assign". I gave my number, knowing he is my classmate.When our time ended, I asked my classmates "Sino kumuha ng number ko sa inyo kanina?" No one replied, I thought they didn't hear me because they were so busy talking about the game - i ignored it andgo with the flow. At 9:00pm I was studying (i think so!) I received a message from a stranger: "Ge!" i replied , "May i know who's this?". Raymond he said.
He was the guy who asked for my number at the arena. I didn't reply to his texts for 3 days,until I went back to the same arena and played again and then he approached me saying:"Ang sungit mo!" .I was surprised and told him "Sino ka?". Raymond he said.
When he said who he was, my heart rate was rising, I was hypnotized! (hahahahaha! he is cute). He asked for permission if he can sit beside me while I'm playing. He was telling different stories, and I was completely not listening. Until again, the game ended. We're all going home, he then said "Magreply ka ah" --I was naawa with that statement.and chose to reply to his texts. We became good friends - we exchange stories. Mine was story from school, and his was from his work. - and oops! He was 26 at that time.
(Brief intro: His complete name is Raymond Villanueva, born November 10, studied at PSBA.)
Around December of 2005 the communication stopped. My world was in black and white. I found myself missing him. I found my self looking for him everyday. No greetings of Happy holidays, i told to myself "I'd better stop."
February of 2006, he again appeared and do apologized for the lost of communication because,according to him, his bestfriend was in a big trouble. Take note of this - His bestfriend was trapped in a situation wherein, his exgf got pregnant,and the girl's family was forcing a marriage but his bestfriend doesn't want to.
We became "us" during my senior year, he was studying at that time because he was a candidate for a job abroad. Amidst the time and the distance, he still managed to maintain the relationship. He don't want to give up. He let me feel that he was the one. He always go to the hospital to see me before and after my shift. (to think asa Las Pinas siya and Marikina cia minsan)\
Until one day,Feb 18, 2007 the communication stopped. His number cannot be reached, I tried to reach his friends but they were not texting back or answering my call. Then I told myself again - I have to stop.I have to stop because I have to concentrate on my finals.
I missed him totally!
April 2007 he called me using a different number, he keeps saying sorry. I didn't understand why. I never asked him the reason. All i want is to hear his voice and just grab that time to catch up for the lost time. The communication continued,until few days after my board exam. He called me, saying sorry again. This time he gave me reason."I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry because this time I have to let you go. Sorry by." and then the line got cut off.
I was speechless. I was hurting. I was clueless.
After a month, I checked his account. His status : married. Then I understand,the story that he was talking about: that was his story and not his bestfriend's. I have all the reason to get angry with him. I have all the reason to hate him. But I can't. I just can't do it to him.
It took almost a year for me to totally moved on totally over him.
April of 2008, he called me. I know his voice so much, that I wasn't speaking. He told everything. He knew that I would understand everything. He knew me more than I know myself. Then we met for the last time,I cried, he hugged me tight..... "sorry and i love you."
Love is something that we cannot control.Regardless if we will get hurt or be happy. One thing that he taught me: Never be afraid to love just because you are afraid to get hurt.
------Untold Story:Kraven-------
