“I’d call you again.” said the voice on the other end.
That was more than a year ago, 436 days to be exact (go do the math!), since the last time we’ve talked, or you called, I should say. Just that… you said you’d call again. It was enough to inspire me the entire day. I waited. A day has passed but you still haven’t called. After several days, I was still waiting. I waited and waited and waited and waited like the waves reaching untiringly for the shore every single moment of the day.
I even tried to get in touch with you but to no avail.
Days went by like an abyss that pulled me deep into the sea of uncertainty. I heard nothing from you and bit by bit, I lost sight of the shore leaving me like a raft in the middle of an ocean, drifting… wrecked and lost.
Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you even bother to say goodbye? It could have been the dot that ended whatever it is that we have started. It could have been a compass that guided me to a new direction. It could have saved me from the excruciating battle between expecting and forgetting.
Now, more than a year has passed, I’m no longer expecting you would still call and I have chosen to forget, no, not the beautiful and sweet memories with you but the unbearable pain of a shattered spirit that even counting the tears that fell was useless because it’s immeasurable as the water in the sea.
But it doesn’t matter now because I have accepted that things happen for a reason. Maybe saying goodbye to each other is not meant to happen (yet). Who knows, maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other again. I don’t know, but there’s one thing I am sure of… I can never deny the fact that you have been and will always be a wonderful part of my life’s journey. I can only be grateful to God for that.
As my heart is now calmed by the sight of the lighthouse, I know one day when our paths cross again, I can surely say to you that I am still that someone you considered friend.
Thank you, Yab… Sleepy Head!
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