WHO CARES WHEN I CRY?

Who cares, When I cry? Part 1

Hi. Do I need to introduce myself? By the way,  I'm Michelle Capooc. 21 years old. Blooded of Japanese and Spanish with the height of 5'3 and half. A commoner. Simple but boyish typed. Singer, an instrumentalist, and a writer too. I live here in Philippines. I studied BS- Hotel and Restaurant Management but I stopped because of Financial problem. So, are you interested to read about my story? Actually I'm sorry if I'm going to make this as short because I just wanna summarize it tho. But first, let me tell something about myself...

 I had a lot of experiences in life. Almost hardships...

I was working before as an Aide, Dealer, Computer Attendant and lastly, became a Secretary. I worked while studying at the same time. I could do everything just for the sake of my family. All I ever wish is that I could be able to finish my studies and find a stable job. To feel the happiness because all I ever had is sadness... I feel alone. I feel almost down and I think my life has no color at all. I sleep with teary eyed. All I can do is to listen to this song, "Hiding Myself Inside"... 

 I was once a broken person and yes until now I still am. I was locked by the feelings unspoken. I was denied and rejected. 

I was in love by the person whom I did not know almost at all. I even did not see him personally. So meaning to say, I'm in love with an imaginary person. How's it possible? or How'd it happen?

Way back 2012, it was a vacation month. No class. I visited my Best friend in her home. We spent each time together and go in some places near them. After then, before I return back home my Best Friend used my phone. She said, she texted Tatong, our high school crush. I said, " Oh my goodness! Why did you use my number?" then, she laughs and said, " Tatong wants to have your number so I texted Him and told Him that you're Mich." 

So, as Her Best Friend, I didn't seem to get mad because anyway, I won't text that guy. When, I got home at 6 pm, I rush to the comfort room. When I came out, I heard my phone's beeping. Yeah, I know there's a new message. I was thinking maybe it's the guy Tatong. But when I opened it, it say's... "Who's Mich?..." With the three dots. The heck! I was confused. I replied, " Yes, this is Mich? and who are you?..." I asked my best friend about the number of tatong and here 0912*******. So, I checked the number of this guy. They got the same number except to only one digit. Suddenly, I got message again. He said," I'm Gian Andrea Cavallari. And You?..."

My mind was working at that time, I suspected him maybe he's having fun with me and making some prank or something?

I was so angry because I don't used to have text mate. so I start nagging and I was trying to cool down myself because I knew someone's trying to be someone. 

So, I try myself to calm down and have to ask him some questions that would literally not going to irritate me. When we continued to argue, he then said that, "Do you understand English?" Oh Darn! That really comes into my nerves and I wanna kick his ass off! That aaarrggh! He said again that he's half Italian that his mom is from Ilo-ilo City. He's a damn proud! I think so? that really makes me wanna hate him and not to believe him anymore.

So, when he finally texted me that if I won't believe he'd have to give his facebook name so that I could find out who he is really or He was really telling the truth. So, I agree and I gave mine too. 

We stopped texting and finally, I forgot him for  a while. Actually, that time I was doing some stuff like writing. I've made a poem. But now, I couldn't find where 'coz I have a lot of Notes and Diaries about myself. I was a little bit serious about life. Anything that happens I put it down and jotted all in details. You think I'm like some sort of writer that is unregistered though. 

Well, back to the topic. My phone beeped up and saw someone texted. Again that proud jerk whose totally annoying. 

I opened the message and read:

"Hey Mich... I found you in facebook. Is that really you? Wearing orange shirt? and hhmm, sorry for treating you not good. I was actually, surprised to received a text to someone I really don't know. Well, you're beautiful..."

I replied, "Yes. I am that person you're talking to. Is that a compliment or something? Sorry too."

I was not yet believed to this guy because I didn't yet see him in facebook. I don't own a PC at home or a nice gadget so that I could easily find him. I am a poor girl and I know that already. 

I did not texted him. I don't want to.

The day came and yes I finally found him. He's a handsome guy. Tall and I think kinda smart too. They are a Jehova's Witness. They live in Passi, Ilo-ilo. A place where I don't know. I'm not yet into traveling that time before we knew each other. Now, I believed him. He's not a liar and I'm just only a woman who don't easily believe. 

I texted him and said, " Hello. You're a tall guy."

He replied back, " You found me?"

"Yes, I did." 

"Can we friends?" He finally said.

"hmm.. sure." Without hesitation. I said again, " Sorry for being so rude because I don't use to have a text mate. I don't like text mate.