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I was surprised. I didn't expect that. I mean I have just broken up with my girlfriend of two years, five months ago. I'm sure it's not her. So I text the sender back and said `I guess you made a mistake. You should send your message to the right person. After a few seconds I received another message from the same number. The message is `Oops, I'm sorry!'. I decided not to text back. I thought that would put an end to it but the mysterious sender send me another message. This time the message is, `I'm very sorry for disturbing you but I really need someone to talk to. I hope you don't mind'. I am not doing anything that time. I'm just lying on my bed listening to my new CDs so I decided to play along.

When I was asked about my ASL (age/sex/location), I said I'm 23, male and from Ortigas (somewhere near Manila, Philippines). When I asked her in return, I was dumbfounded because the message that appeared is '24, male, Cebu'. All the while, I thought I was texting a girl but it turns out that he's another guy just like me. I didn't reply. But he sent me several messages asking why I am not responding. I told him that we should stop because were both guys and I am not comfortable with it. But he is very insistent. He said that he sees nothing wrong befriending another guy because it would just be plain and simple friendship. He then asked me if I have other male friends and what difference would it make if I would have him. And besides he needs some advice because he just broke up with his girl. That started my friendship with Nikko. Later, I have realized how funny he is. He has a very good sense of humor and would always make me laugh every time he cracks a joke. I have also learned that we shared so many things in common.

Nikko as he described himself is 5'8" tall, 140 lbs and works in his father's construction business. He himself is an engineer. Compared to him, I am just a simple guy. He said he doesn't care because he finds me nice and he enjoys our conversation. Nikko and I are both into music. He plays guitar though I am just an avid listener. Sometimes we talk about our favorites like Rent, Andrea Bocelli and Wolfgang. I should say that we have become very close as friends because I remember receiving and sending an average of 100 messages a day! Despite the fact that we haven't met, I consider him as my best friend and he told me that he considers me the same. We trade e-mails and stories everyday.

One afternoon, I was walking my dog when he called. That was our first conversation over the phone. At first, there was silence. It seems like nobody wants to talk first. I managed to say `hello' and that started it. I am not into long telephone conversations but I never noticed the time until my mobile's battery got drained. I could only imagine how much his bill would be at the end of the month.

That call opens the door for regular telephone conversations. He usually calls at my mobile or at home. Sometimes, he also finds ways to call me at work. Nikko has become part of my system. He is the first person who would greet me good morning every time I woke up, a `don't forget your meal' reminder every mealtime and the last person I would talk to every night. He sure is my best friend.

Three months of friendship and still we consider each other the best of friends. During one of our conversation he told me that he would be gone for two weeks to visit a relative in the US. Two weeks? Sure. No problem.

During his vacation, I had the opportunity to do things I used to do like dating and going out with my friends. It's not because he forbids me to go out, it's just that texting or chatting with him becomes a regular routine and I must do something to fill in the void.

However, after a few days of not receiving a word from him, I started to miss him. It's like missing my girlfriend. It was very strange. I asked myself why would I feel that way. I tried to ignore it but the more I deny the feelings, the more it becomes stronger. I was really confused that time. I never saw Nikko in a sexual manner so I conclude that I only miss his company. I'm not gay but why am I having these mix emotions.

After a week, I really am not in my elements. I contemplated on my feelings. Inasmuch as I wanted to deny it, I'm quite sure I am in love with my best friend. With that acceptance came the realization of letting go. I don't want to hurt him in the process so I have decided to break the tie that binds us.

Two weeks have passed and I know he would be arriving. As soon as he arrives, he text me and asked me if I could meet him. He's at the airport and would stay in Manila for another week before going back to Cebu. He told me all of this but I didn't reply. I know I wanted to see him but I'm afraid because it would be very awkward to meet my best friend who doesn't know my real feelings. He text me more and even tried calling my mobile. I ignored his messages and his calls.

When I got home, I was told that Nikko called several times. He even left his hotel address. I took it and went straight to my room. I played the music loud and slept crying. The following day, I was too lousy to report for work. But I'm sure it wouldn't help me also doing nothing. So after preparing myself, I took the cab and went to the office.

It was the slowest day of my life. I know my officemates noticed and it was good thing that no one bothered to ask. I never got any message from Nikko. Not a single text nor phone call. After office, I went straight to the record bar because it's a Friday. It's a routine. I always go there to browse and sometimes, buy. I was checking the new releases when I got this message from Nikko. He said `Hi'. I didn't answer. Then he said `hello'. Still, I just ignored his message. After a few minutes, my phone rings and when it registers Nikko's number, I cancelled the call. He rang me three times more and again, I cancelled it. I got this knowing look from handful customers like me who are browsing the store. Maybe they're wondering if I know how to use a cellular phone. I was about to leave the music bar when I heard the song I love the most. It was Martin Nievera singing one of the songs from the local `Rent' album. I turned back and decided to listen. Then, my phone rings. I don't know the number that registered. It might be a client so I answered it.

When I said `hello', the person on the line spoke and I knew it was Nikko. Before I could even say another word, he begs me not to hang up. His voice is enough for me to forget the promise I made. He spoke slowly, asking me why am I ignoring him. I couldn't answer. Then he asked me if I could go to the classical music section. I was in shock. How would he know that I'm in the record bar? He told me that he knows me very well. He knows the time I woke up, the things I like most and my activities every after office especially on a Friday. I forgot I told him all these things.

I am beginning to wonder what this is all about. With him still on the phone I walk slowly to the classical music section. There stood a guy talking on his cell. He is probably an inch taller than I am and fits perfectly to Nikko's description of himself. Could it be him? Then I heard Nikko says ` Why don't we just put down the phone and talk face to face?' I couldn't speak. It was he. I was looking straight into his eyes. I thought it's unfair because I really am not ready to meet him right at this moment. He came to me and asked me if where we could have dinner. He was grinning at my expense. He didn't wait for my answer and suggested a steakhouse, which he knows one of my favorites.

I started speaking and I asked him why does he have to do this. He told me that what could he do knowing I am completely ignoring his messages and his phone calls. He then asked me why. It was good that there's only some few people dining and the place is almost isolated. I begin to tremble and I couldn't remember how I told him everything - our situation, my fears as well as my feelings for him. I thought he would leave immediately but he didn't. He listens to me and when I stop speaking, he asked me to look him in the eyes and said "We're both feeling the same thing."

I couldn't explain how happy I am after hearing those words. I really am not expecting to get love in return. I was happy enough to love him secretly on my own little way. After that dinner, he asked me if I could come to his hotel and spend the night with him. I simply nod and we walked smiling at each other until we reached his unit. I told him I've never done anything like this before and he told me the same. I know it is love that made all these things possible. That was the most wonderful moment of my life. I never thought loving someone could feel this good.

During his remaining days here in Manila, we spent it together. I filed a vacation leave to maximize our time together. When the day came where he is about to go back to the province, I helped him pack his things. He was taking a shower when some papers drop from his portfolio. I picked them up and almost dropped them again the moment I realized its contents. It was his medical records. Nikko has cancer. That's when I realized what the US trip is all about. When he came out, he saw me crying and the papers in my hands. He came to me and explained everything. He told me that we should not lose hope because he's gonna be well.

I saw how determined he is and I reproof myself. He needs encouragement and not compassion. We hugged and kissed and made a pact we would never let anything come between us.

Nikko and I kept our promise. Days passed and we never talk about his illness because he doesn't want to. One day, he told me that he has to go back to the US to complete his therapy. He sounds so frail and I could sense how bad his condition is. He told me that after his medication, we could probably be together for another week. I told him that I like that and I would wait for him.

August 21, 2000 Nikko passed away. It was a sudden, tragic moment. I decided not to go to his funeral because I want to keep him alive in my memory. That's all I have now are his memories. Life has been very kind to me because I met him and was loved by him. We may not end up loving each other for the rest of our lives but he already occupies a very special place in my heart. I thought I could never move on with my life without him. The healing part is very hard and painful but the thought of him keeps me going. I may not have recovered fully but I know that someday I would.