"Ikaw ang bahala. Leche."
I was mad and I was ready to throw my phone, throw everything but I stayed calm, tried to focus. I'm gonna save this one.
"Ang sinasabi ko ay kung ayaw mong makipag-usap ng personal, walang mangyayari sa atin. Ganito na lang? Text lang? Ganoon kadali lahat sa'yo?"
Blurred vision. I began to tremble. I held my phone so tight as if its going to break. I continued walking. These kinds of emotions has a way of making you feel thirsty and restless. I remembered how we argued over a lot of things and how we easily made up after those qualms.
I reached the bus terminal but still I got no reply from him. The air was warm, different from the usual Baguio nights. People were busy. Buses were moving slowly. My eyes started to sore like madness while I looked at the crumbled piece of paper in my hands, a ticket to Pasay.
As I rest my head in the bus seat, I knew everything will never be the same again. Terminals are always lonely. You breathe in and out the last happiness before going to a journey of solitude.
“Pasay 11:15pm alis na!”
I grabbed my earphones and listened to Dave Matthews. There will always be a space between us. ###