It was midday and I was at work. Though I know there is so much that needs to be done, it wasn't as immediate as the term "now" would imply. Besides, procrastination is a stage we all enjoy, especially when you have tons of work.
Seeing myself at that stage, I looked for a friend to talk to. One friend, online in Facebook, sent me a message. This was the distraction I needed. We talked about a lot of things that afternoon.
Of course, there were times my boss would give me instructions and thoughts on the issues the magazine has to cover. Just as he was about to leave, he wanted me to forward all the emails I sent to possible contributors. This is aside from the tag line for the magazine he wanted me to think of, and the blog posts and updates of vendors, activities and what else is there that he wanted me to upload. Obviously, I have not done a single one of them. Maybe he realized I wasn't doing anything work-related, I thought to myself.
I looked back at my computer to see if my friend had written any message right after my boss gave his talk.
And there I read my friend's message: "He left."
I knew he was leaving. God has been telling me for the past year that this will be happening, and I guess I should have been expectant of such a message. Besides, he himself told me he was, that is, four months ago.
Actually, it was the only thing he told me regarding this trip he is having. I must admit, I tried to dig a little deeper, but I guess I'm not as skilled as I thought I'd be. Without having any idea of what is to happen next, that is aside from his leaving, it only made me feel that I should be more than the unresponded messages.
"He left."
I left the room in fear of a public display of whatever reaction I was going to have. I rushed towards the comfort room to have more privacy and started to call God. I went down on my knees to hear what He was to say. And there were tear drops.
One.
Two.
Three.
I stood up, checking myself in the mirror if the drops had made a smudge of my make-up. There were so much to do, writers to contact, blog posts to write. I looked at myself in the mirror once more and smiled. If I were the unresponded messages, you mean nothing more than just three drops of tears, easily wiped out and barely noticed.
