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My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night.
Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed
my cellphone and sleepily pressed the keys and read
"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message
right away and placed the phone on my bedside table.
I tried to go back to sleep. I had just closed my
eyes when I heard the message tone again.
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"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?"
again, the message said.
"Who the hell could this be asking for a textmate
at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.
Again, I deleted the message without bothering
I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys
texting anyone and everyone even in the wee hours
of the night, not to mention during the day. My
parents who were always abroad, forced me to own
a cellphone. They told me that having one was more
convenient - they could monitor me even if they're
I wanted to turn the cellphone off. However, since
my mother was fond of calling me at night just to
check if I am safe at home, I decided not to.
Just as I was about to close my eyes and return
to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again. It
was from the same number! Such determination!
"Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel &
save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!"
I never knew why but the message struck me. I got
up and pressed the keys. I realized I was replying
to the message.
"Im not an angel, n if u want som1 2 save
u, Im not superman. Im just a simple person whom
u woke up in d mid of d nite! Nway, do I know u?"
Seconds later came the reply.
"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does
she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella
"Just call me Julius. How did u get my no.?"
I sent back.
"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the
last two digits of mine" she replied.
That was the first and maybe the last time I met
someone over the cellphone.
We exchanged messages and learned so much about
each other that night. We only said goodbye when
my alarm clock rang at 5 a.m.! I had to prepare
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And that was also how it all started. There wouldn’t
be a day without a loving and thoughtful message
from her. It was only then I learned to appreciate
text messages and become eager and excited everytime
my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.
I never knew why, but her response would send shivers
down my spine.
"Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz
ull never know just wen will dey walk out of ur
lyf & nvr come back again."
I couldn't understand what I felt at that moment,
but I was sure of one thing. I could not go a day
without a single word from her. Even though we haven’t
met personally, I became used to having her in my
life. In fact by then, she already occupies a large
space in my life.
I texted her back. "Dont come close if ull
jst pass by; don't touch me if ull jst let me cry;
dont luv me if ull jst leave me and won't stay..."
I didn't know why I sent her that message, but
somehow I felt every word came from my heart. In
the short span of time that we exchanged messages
with each other, I knew I have reserved a place
for her in my heart.
I called her once. The voice on the other end was
like an angel's. It was soft, kind and full of love.
Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define.
We only talked 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
But her 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 did not answer
the phone. She just kept on sending messages and
quotations, which I copied in a little notebook.
Am I a hopeless romantic? I don't know. All I could
say was all the messages she sent me were wonderful.
They came from her heart and cut through my heart.
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