They let her in quietly. She looked older than the last time he had seen her. This young woman whom he had always admired from afar, the wife and now widow of his good friend, the Supremo.
He barely recognized her when they brought her in. She was gaunt and pale and her eyes have lost their mischievous glint. Her hands shook often and when she spoke, the lilt in her voice was gone.
“Julio…” The young widow begun.
He nodded. He wanted to get out of there, to turn away from the heartbreaking sight. He thought of all the melodies he once wrote for her, the strains of lost love and wistful memories.
“Oriang…how are you? I am sorry for what happened to your son…and to the Supremo…”
She was quiet and for a moment, he thought she might cry.
“Up in the mountains, we would think of your music…the songs of the revolution, powerful, and full of hope. We hoped well for this country…”
“There is still hope…” He assured her but she cut him off.
“This revolution has killed my son and my husband. What is there for me to hope for, Julio?”
He did not question her grief. It was all she had left.
“Play for me, Julio. Just like when we were younger.” She said softly, breaking the silence.
And he did. He played the piano for her with all the fervor and pent-up longing he had kept hidden from her for years. With each note, Julio prayed it was his music that would keep the hope burning in Oriang’s heart.
After remembering the password for an old blog, I was able to read again a post I made several years ago. Lol.
This made me smile. :P
I tried to ignore you for the longest time.
I do not want to spend my life waiting on the line.
I have other things to do.
Than take all that junk from you.
You never give me good news anymore
Just a bunch of discounts from an online store
It’s so funny how often I had to unsubscribe
From stuff you said would benefit my life
Oh no, I do not want to hear about miracle weight loss treatments
I just want to hear how well an old friend is doing and if he misses me sometimes
But all you do is send me bills and credit card statements
Which always bring tears to my eyes
I only need to know if my job application has been accepted
But you keep sending me rejection letters instead
And no, I don’t want a discount on a new pair of shoes.
Sometimes all a girl needs is some good news
At times, you can really be the worst friend ever.
Just sending me all kinds of stuff and whatever
And it really makes me sad
That all I get from you are stories which are really bad
So from now on I will just let you be
Stop sending me messages that’s so full of crap
But here’s the deal, you see
I don’t mind you sending me all that stuff
Just please let me know,
does he still care about me?