Rain Man: Long Time No See
Four days later I get a text from Raymond saying heβs in Davao and heβll be back tomorrow. He promised to come see me on Tuesday. Promise...thatβs...dangerous.
Over the last few days Iβve tried looking him up on social media on google, anything. The person does not exist. He did warn me about it, he said he is trying to stay as anonymous as possible, invisible if he can. A person from my generation would find that suspicious...but I like it. I agree with it. In fact if I had a choice, I would like to not be found online as well, but thereβs a conflict there considering I really do want to be known as a musician.
Monday morning comes and I wake up to an unexpected message.
πΆπππ πππππππ ππππππππ. πΈ'ππ πππ π’ππ ππππππππ . πΈ'ππ ππ ππ πΌπππππ πππππ π²πππ ππ πππ πππππππππ, πππππ ππππ π π'ππ ππ πππππππ ππ πΏππ πΏππππππ. ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ πππππ ππ π πππ. π°ππ ππππ π π'ππ ππ ππ π’πππ πππ πππππ ππππππ. πππ'ππ π ππππππ ππ ππππ ππ πππ’ππππ, πππ’π ππππ. ππππ'π ππ’ ππππππππ ππππππππ , π’ππ ππππ π ππππ ππ ππππ ππ. ππππ’ ππππ...πππ ππ’π
He sent it at six in the morning. I didnβt take him for a morning person.
I dreaded replying to him because I already know heβs going toΒ βfigure outβ my daily schedule and record in his mind that I start my day at eight oβclock in the morning. Not that it matters but I donβt like it when people analyze me.
πΆπππ πππππππ! π·ππ ππππ π’ππ ππππ? ππππ πΈ'ππ ππ πππππ. πΌππ’ππ πππ ππππππ, πΈ πππ'π ππ πππ πππππ’ πΈ πππππ ππππ πππππ ππ ππ. πΌπππ π’ππ ππ πΏππ πΏππππππ. ππππ ππππ ππ π’πππππππ :)
The first day of the week passed just like how itβs supposed to. Days are as busy as the night but in different ways. In the morning Iβm a good child. Going to the market, getting what the household needs. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the dogs, cleaning a little more and cooking a little more is basically my life purpose in the daytime. In the afternoon I manage to squeeze in a few hours to learn new songs or write or dance. Sometimes I just sleep because house work is EXHAUSTING. I always hated the thought of being a housewife. Being stuck at home to this routine...itβs not for me. It makes me hate life. I would like to live my life working, singing, no strings attached, no real responsibilities except for my bills. The only thing to worry about is myself. This is why I started reassessing if I want a family of my own one day. Imagine being responsible for another personβs life, putting your goals and needs second or maybe third, or maybe last. Iβm not cut out for that.
Night times are better. Singing, entertaining, using up all my fake cheerful energy that I donβt naturally posses but I must because itβs part of the job. This type of work is draining too, but in a good way. In a fulfilling way. House work in the daytime is just exhausting, period.
Tuesday comes and I try my best to not get excited. Iβm seeing him tonight, for dinner first, and then heβll join me at my gig. He sent me a message earlier at six a.m.. Again. Maybe he sets an alarm and thatβs why heβs up at exactly six in the morning every day. Does that mean that Iβm the first person he messages when he wakes up? Oof..donβt get cocky now Adi.Β
πΆπππ πππππππ π°ππ πππ ππππππ :) πππππππππ’ π ππ...ππππππππ. π±πππ’. π±ππ ππππ’ ππ ππππ. πΈ πππ'π π πππ ππ πππ π’ππ πππππππ. πππ'ππ ππππ ππ ππ’ ππππ. πππππ ππππ..ππππ’ ππππ...πππ ππ...πππ ππ’π :)
For you...always