Missing Someone Out There

It's now 10:30PM. I am here at Irie Internet cafe in Banilad. The building where this Internet cafe is situated is Ethan's house, a ladies' dormitory. Why am I here? That's the question for you to find an answer.

It was just hours ago when I got off at the office. I am hungry and sleepy at the same time. All I can remember was that I slept at the office due that I was tired and I really really need the rest. When I woke up, the only thing that I thought of was someone. Where could that someone be? Is that someone mad at me? Does that someone feel like I am nothing? Does that someone think that I'm such a bastard for not showing up for about a week now?

I feel like I'm haunted with those questions. Here I am now in the Internet cafe. I SMS'ed that someone and tried to call that someone. No replies. No missed calls. That someone haven't answered the ringing fone that someone has.

All I can say is that I miss that someone. That someone made me happy. I feel like I'm not returning the favor. That someone's busy with nursing internship, and I am somewhat hooked up with my work. I am 70-pesos-taxi-ride away with that someone, but it seems that our worlds are different.

I am afraid that those questions will turn the tides away, and let me be melancholic in some ways.

I just hope it will not. That someone's so special to me.