My son, if your heart is wise, then my heart will be glad.
I awoke to one of the rainy days of July last year. Nobody was home except for me. My breakfast was already set at the dining table but I didn’t feel like eating. I couldn’t bare the loneliness at that time so; I decided to go to a friend’s house.
It was still raining. There, I related to her what had just happened to me last night. It was so painful that all I got to do was cry. I’ve never felt so helpless. Many questions hung on my mind and I want to personally seek for the answers.
Just then, a text from the young man I was telling my friend arrived. He asked me if I’m feeling okay after last night. He also apologized for what he did and he even invited me for a coffee. I remember how he texted me, “ang lamig, noh? Parang ang sarap mag-coffee…” He didn’t ask me directly but I knew what he was up to. I honestly wanted to see him but at the same time worried on what I should say and how I should act when he’s around. However, I accepted the invitation.
He went over to my friend’s house because I was not feeling well at that moment. When I opened the gate, I was stunned by how we looked. He was really handsome. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt, a pair of Levi’s jeans, a pair of black Lacoste sandals and to complete the outfit, his hair was neatly stroke upward and I guess he was wearing a Davidoff — Cool Waters scent. I was so impressed and touched at the same time. Impressed because he told me that he was grounded but still established a way to see me to personally apologize; touched because he gave me three Gonuts Donuts. I know it’s not expensive, so what? What is important is that he remembered me and it’s the thought that matters anyway.
As we sat down the sofa, he made an apology for what he had caused me. I became silent. I didn’t know what to say.
He put a box of mentos and cigar and a yellow cricket lighter directed towards me on the table adjacent to us. A message in the lighter caught my attention. It says there, “I think of u all the tym.” I became clueless whether that message is intended for me so I glanced at him and he just gave me a naughty smile. That smile provided me the answer. It was really for me.
He confessed to me that he really likes me ever since we became classmates and also added that when our eyes meet, he feels something different. He feels that there is “spark”; that there is a connection between us. It may sound really corny but I do agree with him because I also feel that way.
After a brief talk, we decided to have coffee at Starbucks to continue our conversation there. He ordered me a venti-sized caramel frapuccino with whipped cream.
When we sat comfortably on the chairs outside the coffee shop, I observed him as he sipped his cup of coffee. Suddenly, I wanted to know everything about this young man.
As time passed, we talked about music, family, God, our interests, we shared our ambitions and almost everything. We watched the cute little boy while playing with his parents on the table right next to us.
As the minutes ticked by, I felt myself opening up to the sensitive young man before me. I know that that was what he wanted. He wanted to know me deeper and also, he wanted me to know about his life.
The cold evening turned warm and wonderful as we each took turns talking and listening intently to what the other had to say. We both revealed parts of ourselves that had been neglected. As I looked closely at him, I was filled with awe at what a warm and easy relationship we have developed.
On that cold rainy evening, we were transported into a world we both knew would exist only for that one special moment. I was concerned that we would never again have a very intimate conversation while having our favorite drink.
But it didn’t matter because on that cold evening of July, during those precious three hours we spent together, we drank, talked, shared, laughed, and warmed our souls to the very core.
* We both aspired with almost the same dream. He wanted to take up broadcasting; I wanted journalism. If we weren’t that obedient, then we’ll never have the chance to meet each other and I wouldn’t be able to share with you our story…
To the substantial young man I know:
We not only created a cherished memory, but we wrote and directed a play the same instant we performed it. There was no audience – just you and me and two cups of great coffee.
– Sunday October 1st 2006, 9:00 am