Farewell On The 8th of May

When I woke up this morning, I felt that this day is not just another Wednesday. Am I missing someone’s birthday? Any meeting? No.  No. All throughout the course of my preparation to the office, I had a deep thought. What is something special to you 8th of May?

When I arrived at the office, I opened my computer, checked my mails and checked my social networking sites (SNS) – sssshhhh! News feed… I saw a photo of a young couple eating mango float. I then thought, “Oh how sweet!” And BOOOOOMMM! I remember now, I can clearly remember now what is so special today.

It was the same day on 2010. Summer’s heat is burning. I’m craving for something sweet and cold. I’m sick of fruit salad, fruit shake, fruit juice. I want something new. I want mango float. At that time, I’m “exclusively hanging-out” with a guy, the boy-next-door type of guy. I admit I like him the first time I saw him. He’s playing basketball at that time and there’s something in him that magnetize me. I told him I want to eat something like mango float. He told me that he also wants to eat one. After a few minutes, he’s standing outside my house. He told me to come with him and we’ll make mango float. EFFORT. That’s what I called it.

While eating what we made, I constantly take a glimpse of him. The way he eats. The way he talks. The way he smiles at me. The way he laughs. I know, I know … I have fallen for him. Everything is wonderful. Everything around me is beautiful. I appreciate all the things around me. I felt like flying. I felt like an angel. My heart is so light. How I wish this day would not end. How I wish every day would be like this. 

Later that day, we hugged each other and bid good bye. I felt something strange. I knew something’s wrong. When he arrived home, he called me and asked if I was able to arrive home safely. We exchanged text messages. After an hour, I haven’t received any response from him. I texted him again. No response. I then texted him: “Good night. Thank you for the time and mango float. I enjoyed it a lot! See you tomorrow.”  Enter. Sent.

After 5 minutes, at 11:59 PM, my phone beeps: One Message Received

I excitedly opened it…

“As much as I want to see you and be with you, I can’t. We can’t be together. I love you, I really do. This will be my last message. I am very sorry.”

And comes 12:00 midnight.

With tears, I have to say goodbye to him and to May 8.