I never expected a follow-up, convinced that somebody was just moneyed enough to spend for a joke.
But just a few minutes ago, a familiar face came knocking at my office cubicle. I knew him – the same man who brought the blue rose!
He handed to me a blue, transparent envelop. I need not guess from whom it came from. Has it now become a persistent joke?
I tried detaining the delivery man for interrogation, but I would not want any brush with the law. I simply pleaded for information regarding the mysterious sender - but he wouldn’t budge. “Napag-utusan lang po”.
Inside the envelope was a card with a native necklace/band. Plus a note that can only be described as “mushy”, if only it were true.
I knew I had to blog about this but I wasn’t sure if I am at liberty to spill the contents of the note. But whoever sent it must have known that I’ve featured the rose already, so I might as well just keep the saga going. And given the anonymity of the source, I surmise that this is the only way I could communicate with the giver.
So here goes the note:
Some people make up beautiful love poems or put down the perfect words in a love letter … I’m not very good at things like that … I’ve tried to tell you in my own little ways how much I care for you..
Today, I just needed to have it down in writing --- “for keeps” - …because what I feel for you is getting so deep and strong … and even though this is just a simple missive made of ink and paper … remember when you hold in your hand how much love is behind it …
Someone who cares..
Whew! Now tell me, how am I supposed to react to this? Honestly, I am still clueless until this very minute. Or probably I’m just too “manhid” not to notice?
But anyway, I’m leaving the country in a matter of days and I’m quite sure I won’t be mysteriously receiving anything from hereon. And given the limited time left, whatever thoughts I have of an early Valentine’s Day will just be for naught.
So to whoever you are, thank you for the great feeling your gifts generated (I don’t even know how to call it). For whatever it’s worth, I’ll just be inspired by the fact that somewhere, someone cares for me, even only in jest.
It somehow convinces me, I’m not a hopeless case after all.