Everybody's waiting for you

It's her birthday today, apparently, so I go on Facebook to greet her.

We're just acquaintances, really. Met her somewhere, forgot where, exchanged contact details, added each other up on Facebook, chatted occasionally, but never really touched base a lot. I mean, different circles, wildly different circles. I continued with my writing and she continued with her studies.

That's pretty much the reason why I did not think of much when I didn't hear much from her. Must be busy. People get busy at one point or another, to the point of dropping everything else they've been doing and focusing only on that one thing. I've certainly done that a few times.

At one point, eventually, the silence becomes a bit too much and you wonder what exactly the other person has been to.

And then you don't think about it, again.

It's her birthday today, so I go on Facebook to greet her. There are a lot of greetings, friends here and friends there, and none of them have received "thank you" replies, things that she usually gives away.

"Happy birthday! Today's your special day. I hope you'd wake up today. Miss you lots!"

I go down and there are puzzling wall posts. "I dropped by at your place today," one said, "and me and your mom talked about your new car. Your new car! I wish you could see it already. I wish you could see me already."

"We decorated your room," another said. "We were arguing if pink really is your favorite color. It's always been pink, right? But your brother says it's green."

"Hang on, dear. We're all waiting for you."

I get this heavy feeling. Of course I didn't know. Of course, there's no way I would know. Yet I still ask, why did I not know?

"I know this sounds creepy, but I'm writing this across you! But yeah, that isn't creepy. You'd usually laugh this off and all."

Further down the page, further back in time. More than a hundred of these posts, all saying the same thing.

"I'm so happy that you smiled today, babe. One step at a time. I love you!"

"I miss seeing you every Tuesday. It's so lonely being in the gym and not being able to chat with you about stuff. Wake up! We have so many things to catch up on!"

"Heard great news from your dad. Yay, you can move your toes! I hope it all continues! I promise, when you wake up, we'll have a Pretty Little Liars marathon and I'll try my best not to spoil anything."

"I dreamt of you last night. You were fine. I hope it really happens soon."

"Eighty months and counting, babe! Stay strong. We're all waiting for you."

"Friends, if you're seeing this, please pray for my cousin. She's in a coma right now. Lord, please show your compassion upon my cousin, so she can see all the beauty this world has to offer, and so she can continue to bring joy to us, her family, her friends, and the whole world. Amen."

"Who's free tonight?" Her last post, almost ten months ago. "Pretty Little Liars marathon! If you want to sleep over, you can!"

Of course, I wouldn't know. Like she did. She didn't know, and there it was, and there she is, and here I am, not sure what to do, whether to butt in or just have my thoughts ready but not scream about it. Acquaintances. You know acquaintances.

"Hey there," I wrote. "Happy birthday. And come on, wake up. Everybody's waiting for you."

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