multi-masking

He called me from the airport using his mobile watch phone at 8:49AM (which was 9:20 on my advanced-by-20-minutes Sony Ericsson K610i). We talked for a minute and 14 seconds.

It was just small talk at first. Did he wake me up? Were they at the airport already? Did I get back home safely last night/early this morning? Did I ride a taxi? Did I drink? Did I smoke?

And then he says the ultimate: Ingatan mo po sarili mo. I love you.

I didn’t know if it was the right thing to say, but as always, I had my heart on my sleeve. I said I love you too.

Their flight would be sometime around noon. I didn’t ask the exact time — it would be too much for me to handle if I knew. I would anxiously look at the time and feel sorrier for myself than I already did.

As I write this entry, it’s hypothetically just eight minutes before their plane takes off… seven minutes before he’s a hundred feet above the ground we used to walk on… six minutes before he’s out of the country, and out of my life as well.