“….it is hard to shout when no matter how loud your voice is, still, you can’t be heard…but it is harder to shout when you are heard yet the other person just opted not to listen..”- kled
It is hard when you are trying to communicate but the other line won’t respond even if you have tried every possible way to reach for him. Does it cost a million to send a text message? Does it cost a cent to answer a call?
The only cure for distance is communication. We are given all possible ways to communicate. Technology had given us all the means—cellphone, internet – but why is it so hard to communicate?
How can things work without communication?
I do not know if this is hard for the other person…for me it is hard. I stay at home most of the time when I do not have review classes. When I stay home, I can’t help but think of things in Tacloban.
Every night before I sleep, it hurts to think that I wouldn’t receive a “goodnight” from that person whom I consider special. It hurts to think that while I lay awake in bed for hours until dawn, he is asleep in his own bed not even remembering me. It hurts to think that being away for about a month means nothing to him. It hurts to think that while I lay with eyes open, I am wondering what he had been doing…while he stays unaware of how I am here. It hurts to wake up in the morning without his morning greetings. It hurts to go through things without his “kumusta”…but he wouldn’t know how much it hurts.
I always try to brush the feeling of emptiness and longing but it haunts me. I always wanted to bury the thought but still it lingers inside me. I hate to accept the reality that I miss him so badly…I want to deny that fact but my heart couldn’t.
How could you reside inside me for too long? Am I residing inside you too?
How would I know when you don’t even knock on my door? How would I know if you do not even draw a line to connect us?
Tell me…how will I know?
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