I was still in bed, sleeping soundly, dreaming of chocolates, and already 5 minutes late when the song came on. I woke up, answered the phone and heard him say "Wake up."
I had finished eating lunch, already washed the dishes, just watching my favorite noontime show when the song came on. I reached for my phone, answered it and heard him say "Have you eaten?"
It was a boring afternoon. The sun was too much to bear outside, and the people in the house except me were having their siesta. I sat on my Lola's rocking chair beside the window and felt the cool breeze despite the heat. I answered the call immediately when the song played and heard him say "What are you doing right now?"
I was still up late at night, struggling with my homeworks and projects, sleepy and stressed out when the song came on. I smiled, eagerly answered the call and heard him say "Are you done?"
The night sky was full of stars, the moon was on its brightest phase, and she could hear the sound of insects from the trees in the countryside when the song interrupted my reverie. I reached for my phone and answered the call without losing sight of a falling star. "I miss you."
That was how the song meant for me. Hearing it meant he was calling and he was waiting on the other line. He was somewhere far from me and missing me. He was somewhere not beside me and longing for the warmth of my embrace. The song became his hallmark to my life. It became a part of what he was as a lover: my morning alarm, my parents' apprentice, my friend, my happiness, my love.
That was before distance robbed our promises of forever.
"If I told you this was only gonna hurt,
If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn,
Would you walk in?
Would you let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love"
In present times, I could still hear the song in random places and in between a busy or idle day. I would wait for it to end but there's no more familiar voice after the last line.