For everything there is a reason; there is a season under the sun.
This was a quotation that was once discussed in one of my classes back in high school. I knew what it meant at the time but it was only recently when I experienced what it was all about.
Almost six months ago, a friend of mine told me that she had a friend who was then desperate to have a text-mate. I was the first person to pop in her mind, maybe because she thought I was still a text-addict. But I was, at the time, not really into texting. Yet for some unknown reason, I accepted the request. In an instant I had a text-mate.
He’s (sorry but I prefer not to name him) the strangest text-mate I ever had, probably the strangest person I’ll ever know. Unique is what he calls himself, and he is indeed. He’s intelligent, the logical type, and he’s not boring. He’s funny, too. That sense of humor he’s got really drives me nuts. But unlike the other text-mates I’ve had, he has a gene defect which made him different from the rest of us. His right hand and left leg hadn’t developed normally. But never, never did it become an issue for me. I think it made him better because in spite of his situation, he was a good person and he could do a lot of things that others cannot. For one thing, he is a journalist, the News Editor of our university paper. And as a person who loves writing, I had come to appreciate him and really look up to him.
We study in the same university, even the same college. We’ve seen each other many times and almost bumped into each other. But it was only after two months when we finally met face-to-face and talked in person. And when we did, we both had a great time. The fun we shared when we were text-mates ultimately came out when we got to spend time together.
During the times we’ve been text-mates and the few times we were together, I knew there was something special between us. A lot of my friends and classmates even thought that we were already a couple. How I wish we were but for some reasons again, that didn’t happen. Eventually, we saw and heard less of each other. We slowly drifted apart.
It was sad, so sad that I considered the past months a personal downfall of mine. Needless to say, I had come to love this extraordinary guy (and I’m pretty sure he’s got an idea about it even if I never told him) and I was heartbroken when he became super busy to even say hi to me.
I tried to live my life though I chose to keep on loving him. I had deliberately formed a silent commitment to him and it was so hard to have to show to others that I was okay — because I wasn’t.
Just when I thought he’d no longer be back, he texted. Then he texted again. And again. He even greeted me on my birthday when I thought he won’t remember.
To make a long story short, I was in high spirits again. Not because we became a couple. By the way, we didn’t. We’re friends now, good friends. I have found joy in the several times when we’ve talked and uncovered the reasons behind our “drifting apart”.
We both agreed about the timing being wrong. I guess there are still so many things that needed our attention and time, and until we are not done with these things, we couldn’t think about the two of us. It just wasn’t the right time for us. Timing is everything, he used to say. It can make or break a moment.
Everything happens for a reason. Maybe we became text-mates to be friends afterwards. Maybe he came into my life to make me discover more about myself and value myself more. Maybe there was pain to make me stronger. Maybe it was all for our betterment.
And there is always time for everything, a season under the sun. I know someday we’ll cross paths again, and who knows? Well, I’m glad to be friends with him but it doesn’t hurt to wish that Barry Manilow’s “Somewhere down the Road” is the song for the two of us. Ü
- October 28, 2007
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