So, here I am. I have all the time bestowed on me but just keep on going up and down the stairs of the building. I am not really sick other than the worries which the wound on my leg keep causing me.
This morning, upon waking up, I had my meal, had the make-up class, took a nap, listened to music, took a nap again. I feel uneasy though I know I have the faculty to do something worthwhile but I don't have the nudge. It's so hard to deal with this kind of feeling. For now...
Upon getting off the bus obviously tedious from the trip, I looked both ways to check if he was there waiting for me. I felt so tired that carrying the heavy luggage both in my hands aggravated my condition.
Earlier, while on the bus, he just sent me a text message reminding me of our rendezvous. I was really excited. He gave me easy to follow directions which ironically I had a hard time reckoning.
I just thought, I hit the right spot, waiting, searching, and feeling his presence. I moved to a vacant slot on the side walk. Mesmerized by the speeding vehicles and buses on the big road, I kept wiping the sweat rolling down my body. Put the towel on my shoulder, took it, wiped and put it on my shoulder again. The weather in Manila was really hot that I couldn't imagine staying here for good.
Then, a bus, stopped a few meters past my location. I waited eagerly for the disembarking passengers. "I hope he is there." I thought. The bus moved again but he wasn't there. I wandered my eyes to the surroundings. I knew I must be right there at the meeting place which he described to me through his text. Moments later, I saw a guy in his mid-40's. He was very uneasy busying his fingers on his cellphone. I just realized I was doing the same thing too, and he could be him.
But "No", I wanted to back out. He was not the person I imagined to be with in my life. That bulging stomach, that face, aaargh, and he kept looking at me. Maybe because I kept looking at him also. But what if he was my textmate. I wanted to run away from the scene and go back to my hometown. I thought I just did the craziest thing in my life. Meeting a stranger whom I would be disappointed with later.
I was feeling hungry and I decided to go to a nearby cafeteria. Then, I received a text message from him saying that he was on his way. I felt relieved. I was excitedly waiting for him as he got off the bus from the other side of the road. He was wearing a cap. Tall and lanky, he looked obscure but I felt some kind of intense passion. We met, he helped me with my luggage. We took a bus ride and the ride was never ending. We are still on it.