(In which The Seeker seeks for her seeker.)
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As we were waiting for a Binangonan bound jeepney one chilly December night, Teacher Ayin caught my attention with a sudden suggestion.
“You know what? There was a song I’ve heard that really fits you.”
I looked away from the approaching vehicles as the traffic light hit red, as if on cue, and asked her in response.
“What is it?”
“Come Find Me. It’s by Marie Digby.”
I’ve never heard of that song. But I know the artist. Unfortunately, the only song that I knew she sung wasn’t even her original – the acoustic version of Rihanna’s Umbrella which made it big on Youtube.
“I don’t know that.”
“It’s a good song,” she said, “The prominent lines were…” She sang the lines but I couldn’t make out the words because of the street noise. It’s still noisy at that intersection even at midnight. She stopped and recited the lines, as if she knew I didn’t understand though I never told her.
“I’m calling out, I’m ready now. Come find me.”
I was hit, except that I am not sure if I really am ready.
“That’s from Marie Diby, right?”
She nodded.
“I’ll check that out.”
I wished to learn more about the song and talk about it but I couldn’t say anything. And being the bad commenter that I am, I said, “She’s really pretty.”
