One Last Try

Mr. Frog responded to the last SMS I sent him before I departed for Iloilo. I confess, it was I who initiated it, not having heard from him again the whole week before Feb. 22.

Somehow, I couldn't shake off what Mr. J told me. Will I go for it for one last time, or will I let the "what-could-have-been" haunt me, for the rest of my life? Like me, Mr. J is setting his sight beyond what I had told him about Mr. Frog. In fact, on short range, what he sees is that Mr. Frog and I are both holding back.

I can't believe what he just said. Me? Holding back?? The more I thought of it, however, the more that it made sense, specially with my "frigidity" factored in.

If Mr. Frog had acted stupidly, so did I and without realizing it. Because of my frigidity, Mr. J believes Mr. Frog took this to mean as my lack of interest, coming from a very shy guy's point-of-view.

As of this entry, our communication is revived. Much more than this, I am learning to step out of my box and to take a bigger step of faith. As I continue to do so, may this be the key that will eventually set free Mr. Frog from his own box.