mafia's return

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I was frantic on the eleventh. You sent me an SMS telling me you've arrived. I didn't know what to do! Kaba, kaba, kaba. But I didn't see you on the eleventh. Your voice over the phone in the evening was the only proof of your arrival at LU. I wanted to see you, but it was late. Tomorrow then. Your return was still an uncertain truth. Then came the twelfth. I waited at home. The sound of engines made me glance at the window. You came out of your dad's red Toyota Innova. I immediately recognized your spiked hair, your dark skin, your majinbu-ish built. I said hi. I let you in. You were in. You were here. Though still in disbelief, I welcomed you with open arms. We were inseparable by then. The Baguio excursion with your dad and uncles on that same day revealed some of your acquired American habits, though you were still the same hilarious guy I came to love four years ago. Sweeter too. The thirteenth was fine. Your welcome-slash-birthday party turned into a little reunion of our elementary, high school and college classmates. Some were in question of how we turned out to be. Some thrilled to see us reunited after years. Though at that same night you didn't tell me you were going clubbing with them, I was thankful I didn't come. I was surprised to see you at St. Jude on the fourteenth. I introduced you to my aunt and her four baby bardaguls. You were incessantly asking me about the Ilocos visit since I requested you to come last twelfth. Off we went late in the afternoon. I admire how you accompanied me back to St. Nick to report for work, and how you waited 8 hours from lunchtime 'til I called it a day at the office on the fifteenth. I was watching you reading the same magazine over and over and digging on your ipod through my monitor screen. Kat knows how I pitied you, how boredom was killing you, how I can't do anything to cheer you up. Nevertheless, I neither heard any word nor seen any gesture of impatience from you. You did change. I like what you've become. Thankfully Mike made your day through a little B-ball game. We went back to L.U. fulfilled that night. The sixteenth was bad. I had to leave for Pampanga for a 3-day training. I wanted to take you with me, but you had your Manila plans all set. Phone calls 'til late nights linked us together on the seventeenth to nineteenth. Those felt like we were oceans apart again. I desperately wanted to see you. Wish fulfilled on the twentieth. A little despedida party for you was set on len's abode with some high school classmates. We had to buy pizzas at pizza hut. Our picture taken there was nice. At last we had our first pair pic! It currently is my phone's wallpaper. Cute. Twenty-first. I had to leave again for St. Nick. You came over before six to drop me off at the bus stop. My supposed six p.m. schedule was moved to eight. I didn't want to leave, I still wanted to be with you. Still, you assured me you'd come over on the twenty-third before leaving for Manila. And so I went with the expectation to see you again one last time. Little did we know that was my last glimpse of you, again. Twenty-second. Typhoon Nina was a threat. Signal number three struck Ilocos Norte. It was too strong, I sent you an SMS saying you might get stranded on the twenty-third when you persisted on your plan of coming over. You said you still wanted to come, but then changed your mind later that day. In the evening, you called mom and dad and kim for dinner at Max's with your family. I was curious, I wished I should have been with you. You definitely didn't come on the twenty-third. I was upset that day. Maybe if I told you in the morning that the weather was fine already, you would have carried out your plan. Stupid me. Still, you had no remorse. Your optimism and hilariousness lifted my spirits up. My regrets faded. Twenty-fourth... twenty-fifth. Listening to each others' voices was the only doable thing. I missed you again, like how I always missed you for four years. Twenty-sixth. After lunch, you left. Your comeback was the antidote to our agonizing four-year desperate waiting. Upon seeing you, I remember why I extremely love you. Being with you during your very brief stay, I love you even more. Now I know why I find it hard to let go. 'Til I see you again Mafia. But please, don't make me wait another four years.