"I need to tell you something when you come here tomorrow", she said at the other end of the line.
"You make me worry about you", I responded sensing the worried tone in her voice.
"There is nothing to worry about", she assures me.
Strangely, the feeling of uncertainty makes me worried. I couldn't sleep that night as a myriad of thoughts cross my mind. The feeling that something was wrong enveloped me.
The next day, I was even more worried as the anticipation of what she was going to tell me became more intense. She kept assuring me that there was nothing to worry about. She asked me to understand and just let her be. She even came by to my office. But this time she was unusually quiet. It made me even more jittery. Dinner wasn't any batter, she was in the same unusually quiet mood.
When we went to her place, she turned on the TV. She sat on the bed and stared blankly on the TV screen. I laid down on her lap and realized how cold she was acting towards me.
Sheepishly, I said, "I love you".
Jestingly, she replied, "I don't love you anymore", then she laughed saying she won't make me cry.
It wasn't so much about the words that hurt me but how she was behaving so strangely lately. I know she didn't mean what she said, but somehow I sensed, there was something she needed to tell me. She must have sensed my edginess too.
So she started opening up in an awkward way. "What do you think am I going to tell you?", she asked.
"I don't know"
she leaned down and rested her chin on my chest, looked me in the eye and took a rather deep breath and said, "Dy, can you give me some space? I'm getting bored."
"Yes, Mommy", I replied without hesitation. I understood too well how we also needed space and time to be away from each other.
"We've become too dependent on each other", she continued as she laid down beside me, looked at me in the eye and held my cheeks, "maybe we also need to learn to do things on our own."
I nodded. We both smiled. Then she started kissing me. I kissed back. I'd admit, it's been a while since we have shared such a passionate moment. She was sobbing. I asked what was wrong and she didn't say anything. We went on kissing passionately.
Then her phone rang. She picked it up with excited anticipation and talked to the other person at the other line with gusto. I asked who it was and she said it was her cousin then not wanting to prolong the conversation started kissing me again.
The phone rang again and she picked it up again with even more enthusiasm. This time I eavesdropped and heard somebody at the other end say "I love you" and was even asking why she isn't saying it back. I faked a cough just to let the person at the other end of the line know someone was with her. Sure enough, it got his attention and he asked why she was with someone in her room. "I need you to understand me now", she responded and put down the phone then she started kissing me again. I didn't kiss back.
"That wasn't your cousin", I said.
She turned her back on me and said she was sleepy.
"I deserve to know!", I demanded.
"I don't deserve your love", she said sobbing.
"How could you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?"
"It's not your fault. I'm sorry if I was weak. You deserve someone better. Just let me go."
"I have always been afraid of losing you."
So with a heavy heart, I slept crying. I woke up sobbing embracing her so tight as I kept begging her to stay. I wondered if she understood my pain.
It took a while before I could get in touch with the anger I felt. The next day, I sent her a lot of text messages asking whys, telling her how disappoined I am in her, how little value she had for me and for us and how she makes me feel so small. I wasn't perfect but I did give her as much love and care I could afford her. I wondered if she valued that I fought for her so my family could accept her, if she even cared when I had to deprive myself of sleep and other pesonal comforts when she was sick, if she cared about the times when I had to skip work to meet her at the bus terminal when she comes back from a vacation, if she cared about my effort to travel with her to faraway Toledo City where she could take her ride home, if she cared about the times I gave up my dreams so we can build together, if she cared about the times I'd miss my family just to be with her.
She struggled to explain herself in ways that made me more confused and made me ask more questions. That was somehow cathartic as I really had the chance to express what I was feeling.
The day after, I was feeling better, and felt resolved that I can let go. I apologized for the not-so-flattering words we exchanged the day before and we were good friends. I told her I still love her and that she can count on me when she needs me. She thanked me for being part of her life and how much she has learned out of life from me and that words aren't enough to describe how much she loves me. We became rather good friends hoping better things can happen for both of us. It was a rather happy experience knowing we are allowing each other to grow.
And just when I thought it was all over, she rang me one day after a week or so and begged if we could spend time together. God knows how much I did miss her and I obliged without much hesitation hoping all will be well again. She told me about how her feelings for the other guy has dwindled as she had always been comparing him to me. It gave me more hope that finally, we will be over this crisis.
We were happy for a while. When I asked her to let go of the guy, she said she can't. It crushed my heart. I kept begging her to stay. She said she can stay but she won't promise me she'd let go of him. She feels guilty that she is being unfair but that she also doesn't want to regret she didn't explore that feeling in the future. I kept asking what was in him that I didn't have that she can't let go and it was easier for her to let go of me. She would always answer with, "Because I know I'm cheating on you and you don't deserve to go through this."
She'd say, "You don't understand how it feels like when you are overpowered by your feelings, when you feel 'in love', that's what I felt in him. You ask me to use my head over my heart but that's easier said than done."
I felt she was being stupid. No matter what I do to keep her seemed futile. The more I kept holding on, the more I was losing her. After a while, I finally had the courage to tell her, "I want to say goodbye".
She hugged me so tight and cried so hard. "I never really wanted to lose you", she tells me, "but I also don't want to be unfair to you and i don't want to hurt you even more."
"This is what you wanted", I said, "I cannot keep forcing myself into you. If this makes you happy, there's nothing I can do."
"Part of me is happy that this is finally over, part of me is sad that we'd have to part ways. I'm not even sure what I feel for him. I'm just glad I won't have to worry about your bitterness."
It was a painful experience to see her crying as I walked out of the door. I also felt sad because I never really fell out of love and I believed her when she said she never really stopped loving me too....