This is another one of my revamps from my youtube channel. Enjoy.
Bold txt: is the girl text message
Italicized txt: is the boy text message
My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txt mate?"
Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, and tried to go back to sleep. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.
"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txt mate?" Again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.
Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message. I was never a 'text maniac'- someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country, forced me to own a cell phone. They told me that having one was more convenient; they could monitor me even if they're miles away. I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.
Just as I was going to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.
Same number...Such determination!
"Plz reply 2 this msg & be an angel & save me from this abyss of emptiness!"
I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys. I just realized I was replying to the message.
"Im not an angel, and if u want som1 2 save u, I'm not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u woke up at this hour of the nite! Anyway, do I know u?" I typed.
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know this lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 be your friend. I'm Demi Cervantes. U?"
"Just call me Joe. How'd u get my #?" I sent back.
"Hi Joe, nice 2 meet u. I just shuffled the last two digits of my #." She replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone through text message.
We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM. I had to prepare for school!
That was also how it all started. A day would not pass without loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages. I would become eager and excited every time my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
Demi brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person, even if it's just through text messaging.
"Keep me as a friend & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away the key so that no1 can ever take u away from me..." This was a text message I received from her one day.
'In life, we seldom find a true person & if u ever find 1, hold on & never let go... value that person 'cuz it's life's gift worth keeping & holdin on to..."
I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, "Value the people who have touched your life 'cuz u will never know just when they will walk out of your life & never come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt at that moment, but one thing I was sure of was I could not go a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, even though we had not met personally. Truly though, she already occupied a space, a large one in fact, in my life.
"Dont come close if later you'll just pass by… don't touch me if l8r you'll just let me cry… dont love me if later you'll just leave me behind..."
I don't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew I was starting to keep her in my heart.
I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's, soft, kind, and full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't put my finger on. We only spoke for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.
But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart. I longed to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.