"So where will you be Holy Weekend?", came the text from R.
Hmmm, I thought the text messages that resurrected a few weeks ago was just a fluke. Apparently, it wasn't.
So I texted back. "House. You and your Dad will do the yearly thing in Quiapo, right?"
"Yeah, nagti-timing lang when I can go there and visit. Ayoko maka-istorbo."
I mentioned the exchange to my mom who said, "He'll probably say, 'Tonette, bakit hindi nalang ako?"
I thought about R and what we had... and we had a lot of everything. Movie dates, dinner dates, spur of the moment dates, out of town trips, quiet times, just the two of us. Then slowly, things changed and then "we" ceased to exist.
What is it that determines whether you go for the full nine yards and get married or you break up and let the one left behind to pick up the pieces and move on.
No one knows. Some are really lucky to find it and keep it. For others, like me, maybe its not yet time.