OF PROMS, BLACK SHIRTS & EVER BILENA Part Trois


by Toni Villafuerte

After John and I broke up I made sure that there is no communication between us. I deleted his number in my phone right away because I knew if I didn’t, I’d be tempted to just text him, call him or even worse, “mistext” him. I deleted his pictures on my phone and practically deleted him in my life. But thanks to modern technology, we are friends on Friendster and on Facebook. I thought of deleting him from my list but I didn’t want him to think that I was bitter so I just managed to ignore his posts and updates. Deadma na lang.

MESSAGE from John: “Hey...”

I was pretty sure when he messaged me I shouted a very solid “P*tang In*!”. I didn’t know what to do. This is going to be the first time we would be talking after we broke up. I really panicked because I didn’t know what that “Hey…” meant. Did he want me back? Is he moving on? Is he ready to say sorry and make amends? What the hell is going on? And then I realized I was giving his “Hey…” way too many interpretations. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, opened it, exhaled, and typed…

MESSAGE from me: “Hey John, it’s you!”

What the f*ck? What kind of a response is that? Of course it’s him! That was not a very cool response. Argh. Dumb Toni. Dumb, dumb Toni.

MESSAGE from John: “How’re you?”

MESSAGE from me: “I’m perfect. Thanks for asking. And you?”

MESSAGE from John: “I’m good.”

The usual hellos lead to a five hour phone conversation about what happened since we broke up. Stories about common friends, parties we would have gone to and some gossips. I asked him about his family and he also asked me about mine.

“How’s your kuya?” asked John.

“He’s doing great!” me.

“Is he mad at me?” him. That’s because he knows how much my brother likes him for me. Not only that, he was the first guy I introduced to my brother, my only family here since mom is in Nashville.

“Nah. He didn’t ask much about you after we broke up. He just made sure I was okay. But he did say you better not go to Town (Alabang Town Center, our favorite mall).” me, trying to fake-threaten him. He just chuckled.

“So, tell me Toni. Who’ve you been dating?” asked John. OMG. He’s starting to ask about boys. I tried to be nonchalant.

“Just some random guys my friends are trying to set me up with…” me.

“Anything special going on?”, him.

“I thought, but it turned out he has a girlfriend.” me.

“Ouch! Was he the one you were with at Starbucks like last month? I saw you but I was with my brother so I just went on.” him.

“Oh that was me and that was Kito. He offered to drive me home after we went to Ateneo for an event and then we stopped for coffee because he wasn’t tired yet. Well, he was nice. He wanted us to have a relationship but I was the one who said no.” me, a bit defensive.

“Aren’t you ready to date?” him, sounding a bit weird.

“John, I dated two guys after Kito. I think I am ready and in a very good place to date.” me, now really defensive.

After I said this to John, my throat started to dry up and I was having a tough time talking to him. Why the hell is he asking all of these questions? Was he just fishing for more information? Was he competing with me as to who will move on first? Was he being a good friend by making sure I am okay after we broke up? Why? Then he said…

“Toni, I want you back…”

My heart stopped.

Comments

Kevin Young said…
Kuya Toni this is kevs.Wow I am looking at your blogsite.So nice!How sweet.Kuya naman bitin konti eh.exciting na masyado.hehehehehe!
June 22, 2010 at 11:38 AM
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