Parte Tre - Does past ever teach you anything?

Ding!!! My blackberry alarmed me that there is message coming in.

Ahh I can't be bothered with that yet as my eyes are preoccupied with the fashion scene in tv.

Ding!!!

"Shut up!" I tell my blackberry and I finally force myself to get up from the couch. I left my blackberry in my bag.

"Hey" the message says
I sit myself down when I see who messaged me.

"Yes?" I reply. Many thoughts start clouding my mind.

"I just wanna say hi since you said that you always initiated our conversation. Now we're even" the message says.

I smile but then I stop myself from smilling. He's an ass and will always be, I remind myself.

"Sure" I type back.

I put my phone down and try to refocus myself on the London Fashion Show in tv. Five minutes later I can't help myself from obssessing on why there is no new message coming in.

"Whatcha doing?" I type and send. What the hell am I thinking?! I curse myself

Well lolita if he did not reply you, it would emphasize that he has not changed... I mumble to myself... But if...

Ding!!

My hand waits no time to press on View Message button.

"Like usual, work and boredom... I'm sooo bored that I wanna see something dramatical like massive explosion or earthquake"

"Mr.violent huh?" I giggle.

Lolita stop! I yell at myself. But there is nothing wrong to keep in touch with your old acquaintance. I reason myself. Old acquaintance who had broken your heart as many as stars in the sky. I warn my tempted mind.

"What are you doing? Let me guess, staring at the moon?"

I laugh.

Sometimes I feel that it is strange to befriend with someone who had promised you the world but then departed from your life. Without even a proper goodbye.

He is my mr. Big. He had my heart when he said, "No I don't wanna do it!" refusing to be part of the high school play when I was the main character. He was the first one who had ever said no to me.

He held my world when I was 16.

And 17.

And about couple months ago.

I loved him.

He was my main reason to believe in love. We weren't officially a couple but he was a close mate. We spent lots of times together bickering and dreaming about the future.

Ding!!! A message is coming in.

"I gotta go now" he says.

"Have a good rest of your work" I type back.

"You too" he replies.

I wonder how he now looks like. The last time we met was four years ago when I accidentaly met him at my bestfriend's house.

Life has taken us to different paths. I live here while he's in the Netherlands.

That's the thing about life, it can take you anywhere she likes.

Knock. Knock.

I look at the watch on the wall. 9.30 pm. Who's coming this late? I ponder while walking to the door.

"Who is it?"

"Its Andy"

I open the door,

"What the? Andy what happened to you?" I ask.

The scene in front of me is certainly unpretty. My close mate, Andy Heinzelbeck, is crying and looking like mess.

I hug him and let him in.

"Here..." I give him a glass of water and sit next to him. He sips the water.

"You're right, James is a jerk. I just caught him kissing his colleague in his office!" Andy starts the story.

"Oh my poor andy" I hug him and he starts crying again.

James and him have been dating for almost a month now, which is considered a lifetime in homosexual world, according to Andy.

Like me, he was a believer in this relationship.