him from yesterday
Today,
I was tempted to check his profile on Facebook.
How
can I check someone’s profile that I so undoubtedly blocked few years back?
“How
is he?”, “What is he up to?”, “Where is he at the moment?”
Questions
that I am curious about.
It’s
been years since we last communicated. It’s been years since I detached myself
from him completely.
I
can still remember the day, I received a call from a friend telling me about
him.
And
as always, I tried so hard to sound disinterested while my chest was pounding so
heavily.
There
were so many stories about him but I seem to forgot everything the moment I
heard about him having a girlfriend. The familiar pang of pain consumed me.
My
young heart scattered into pieces and Every time I check his profile, I’d feel
nervous. I feel like the pieces gets pounded into the minutest.. The more I see
him, the more uneasy I become. I can’t live with that so I have made a huge
decision that day, that is, to erase him out of my life completely.
With
that decision comes the truth of finding my way back in, of practicing seven
hundred times over how to react with a mere mention of his name in front of our
friends, of getting interested to some other guys, of getting myself look cool
even with a broken heart and best of all, of wishing him good luck on his LOVE
life.
Days
came by so quickly. I was fast to becoming “busier” every time he texts and “unavailable”
every time he chats. I was bored at the thought of maintaining friendship with
a bitter gut. I just couldn’t do it. Or more like, I grew depressed and
hopeless of the supposed plot of OUR story. The “OUR” story that I am now
convinced, I just fabricated by virtue of mere imagination and some
hallucination.
Perhaps
he grew tired of reaching out to me as well that I get messages from him less
and less. Or maybe, he got busy with his new found love until we ended up with
not communicating at all. I can see his feeds and one day I just hit block. I
knew I could never undo so I just kept it like that.
Years
have passed and I can still remember him. He may not be the tall and lanky guy with
a boyish grin that I intensely adored and have now become manly and strong. But
I am quite sure of how happy he is now as he embarked in his new journey
through life.
We
still aren’t friends in Facebook but I still hear about him from friends.
Perhaps
time heals all wounds, I do not need to fake my reactions now. I am genuinely
happy for what he has become. I do not cringe at the possibility of talking
about him either but I have never spoken to him from eight years ago.
While
I wanted to say “hello” and ask him
about what and how he’s been up to, I just couldn’t bring myself in to send him
a message. So today, I’ll hold back. In another time, maybe I’ll have the
courage. For the meantime, I hope he’s doing well, I hope his happiness will
have no end and as for me, I’ll always
be his silent supporter.
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