How are you? I don't get to talk to you anymore. I don't know what's happening in your life now. Pretty weird since I've known you since we were snot nosed kids back in Kindergarten. I remember back in Grade 6, we'd hang out a lot. After our tutorials, we'd got to Masangkay and eat out or buy those WWF cards and fight over who gets Bret Hart. Those were the days.
I didn't know we were gonna end up like Dawson and Joey. I didn't know that I was gonna fall in love with you. And that you'd feel something for me too.
We kept in touch all through out until that one fateful night ... I wonder why fate did that to us? Why we had to see each other and be with each other that day? Why we had to have significant others at that moment? Why I felt so passionately for you? Why we kissed and the world just sort of faded into the background? Why we decided not to dump them and be together?
Why were we so scared? I guess I'll never know.
You promised to be in my life forever; to always be there for me; even though we have kids, that you'll be the Ninong and I'll be Ninang ... and now you're not. And I miss you so much. It's just not the same without you in my life.
I don't have anyone to call in the middle of the night or at daybreak just to have someone listen to me cry, rant, or rave. I don't have anyone who completely understands me.
So wherever you are, I hope you know that somewhere, someone is waiting for you ... not to be your other half ... but just to have that little space in your heart once more.