A Letter Away From You

Chapter 18

I have never robbed myself of the freedom to read back all my conversations with the people I hold dear in my heart and live through the blues and reds all over again. The world I experienced before, where everything was still complete and without blemish, was the perfect synonym of happiness.

Wherever you might be right now, have you ever thought about the friend you just left without a word? Someone you spent hours talking with, sharing your ups and downs with. Queries were continuously filling my mind up until the point I understood the sense behind the anonymous email.

"Receiving an automated message from an email means that this person has been saving or has saved your recent conversations, or archiving it into another source file."

Jasmine read this reply from a blog in her usual way of speaking, yet I was sitting in the comfort of my sofa, revitalized by the news. To hear such a thing is more than finding a treasure map because you are worth more than any gold in this universe.

"Really?" I raise my eyebrows, opting to find assurance in Jasmine's words.

She undoubtedly replied, "Yes, that is according to a source from this link."

"It has over a thousand likes and a few comments so that it might be legit." Jasmine continued on reciting the entire comment section just to do a fact check of the assumption. Even real-life news nowadays can be fake, so why not assume every piece of information isn't.

"Thanks for searching Jas." One word of appreciation isn't enough to weigh down the degree of joy my heart is pumping right now.

"Okay good night, I hope you sleep well." Jasmine ended our little talk, or more like our investigation, with a simple buenas noches.

I rolled myself to the bed I've done all sorts of things with, from daydreaming to calling my beloved friends. Setting my recently washed white pillow over my face, I giggled with tears as my scavenging for a Uriah would almost come to an end.

Would you wrap your hands around me as soon as we see each other? Or even lift me with your bulk arms just to slap me with the truth that you miss me?

Not long after, the beauty of the scenarios I've constructed in my mind rushed me into a drowsy nap.

June 1st, the Year 2021.

Dear Me, I've had these dreams that I neither find awful nor pleasant. It didn't scare me or put a smile on my face. If I could lucid dream, I wouldn't pick this dream for many reasons. It's weird, bizarre. All I see is someone standing beside a pitch-black door that leads to a place beaming with light. It's as if this place is essential for someone to guard it. No simple push could stow away this doorkeeper. This dream has almost become a reality in my eyes. Every night there is always standing at the door, with the color of the guardian the only exception. It always changes. There were times that it turned black, camouflaged by the dark doorway. But last night, it shined yellow. I wonder what made it optimistic, as it was the first time I'd seen it in that color. These dreams don't bug me that much, but I hope they will tell me something about what life offers for me.

I sighed as I flicked off the third to the last page of my diary. As I scanned each sheet, it was packed with sentences and words coated in black, white, and blue. The idea of writing to myself became a time capsule for the one waiting for me in the future. I dumped my halfway full notebook in the cabinet section I had under my bed. Heaped inside were the other diaries I've been keeping, with this recent one being the tenth already.

The receiver in me would get jealous of the letters and books I'd send and write to other people. These books crowded with memories from my first puppy to the time I was left with nothing, was the only Tylenol I had back in the days when no one was around.

Oh shoot, five minutes past eight. There were no classes today, but I had a particular agenda with Jasmine I'd already booked last week.

"Shopping with Jasmine," I mumbled the plan written in a sticky note over my mini bulletin board. This small rectangle plays a significant role in starting my day, and it ensures no deadline will be left untreated.

My routine included brushing my teeth with New York's most delicate bristles, followed by giving myself a quick makeover before my short trip to the kitchen. If there was a place in this house I'd have a moment of euphoria, it would either be the kitchen or playing with Gibson in his room.

Running down the stairs, carefully landing my steps in each tramp, my nose caught the aroma of a rather enjoyable breakfast. The scent manifested into the pancakes, bacon, and eggs I have on the plate before my eyes.

"How's your date?" I asked my Mom, shoving the strands of bacon into my hungry stomach.

"Nothing much, Dan treated me to a nice restaurant famous for their barbecued ribs." Mom paused, before giving her answer. She seemed delighted talking about it. As much as I disliked the idea of a third party in our family, the smile embossed in my Mom's cheek can't be afforded by anything in this world. Not even the luxurious diamonds I've read in the magazines.

"Anyways, we talked about something last night you might want to hear." Mom prolonged her long testimony, but this time with a catch.

I gave her a simple nod, "What is it Mom?"

"So Dan had a promotion in his job and was given a leisure vacation for two weeks." She took a sip of her coffee before continuing.

Dan having a promotion? That's impressive.

"Since their company has a connection to an airline in another country, we were given tickets there for free." Mom smirked with a chuckle. "He is planning to bring the three of us including Gibs." She continued.

"That's very nice of him Mom, where to?" I began to fill up my mouth with the sliced meat in front of me, out of excitement for an adventure that's about to come.

Mom replied with a jolly tone,

"Japan."