It did not took long before the little heart icons appeared, and another, and another. Maybe if he wanted to send an email containing only hearts, he would, but decided not to. But of course, whenever I see those tiny pink icons at the end of his messages, it made me blush, and I could not help but add tiny hearts at the end of my messages as well. I wanted to scream and hug something; pretend that it was him. I wanted to explode in pure happiness. It felt like we were already committed to each other; he would insert that two-letter word possessive pronoun “my” before my name, and would treat me so sweetly I wanted to melt in his words even though neither of us confessed our true feelings.
I was still denying my feelings towards him. I liked him a lot. There was never a day when I did not want to talk to him and everyday all I’m really looking forward to in my boring, repetitive life was to talk to him. He’s already my sun and if I can glue myself to him, I would. I wanted to see him in person, hug him, hold his hand and even kiss him. I wanted to think that he wants to do the same for me, but I did not want to get ahead of myself; who knows if he was just playing with my feelings too, even though he said he was different. As much as I wanted to, it’s still hard to believe after everything that happened. At the same time, I wanted to be sure of my feelings. If he truly likes me, I wanted to make sure I was not the one “toying” with his feelings. I wanted to be sure that I want him in my life because I love him, not because I was scared of being alone again.
The conversations only lasted when he has to go to bed but even then, I made sure I left messages for when he wakes up. I was sort of afraid that he might forget me and stop emailing, but his replies reassured me over and over that he has no plan on going anywhere. He will always say that he will talk to me soon. There was no “bye bye”. He will come back like a husband coming home to his wife at the end of the day.
One beautiful day, we were talking about exotic foods. We were playing; including actions in our messages and pretended I was running away from him because he was holding a worm. There was a huge smile on my face and I could really imagine the two of us playing for real. I could not help but laugh at myself whenever I imagine the two of us chasing each other at some beach and he would give me piggyback rides home.
“How romantic, Cha,” I said to myself, “How romantic. You know you’re lucky if it comes true..”
Then he picked up a frog and it turned out that the frog knew how to talk. And my adorable penpal knew how to speak the frog language. At that time, I was wondering what he was up to this time. I watched them suspiciously as they whispered things to each others’ ears until he finally told me that the frog told four things about my future.
“Tell meeee!!” I told him.
“I can’t tell you because it might not come true… You have to find it out by yourself. Ask me yes or no questions!! Maybe it has something to do with your book! (hint hint!!)”
“Will I become a bestselling author? Will I eat so much I’ll explode? :p”
“No you won’t explode :p”
“Okay, he told me 4 things about your future:
1. You will be a successful author
2. You will travel the world
3. You will open up a cafe/book shop
4. ‘i won’t spoil this one’ “
I kept begging him to tell me the last one. I wanted to know; the frog was quite accurate because we had already opened a coffee shop and he did not know that yet. Maybe I will really be a successful author someday, I thought, and travel the world. But if I were to know if the predictions were correct, I have to know it all.
Little did I know that it would come true sooner than I ever expected…
“4. You will find true love..”