It was the perfect weather. But, when you sat beside me, I didn't know what to call it anymore. That moment surpassed perfection.
That yesternight, I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought I saw your name flash on my phone screen. I thought it must have been a mistake and my phone's acting up again. But, upon opening the message - after 5 minutes that felt like a million years, my heart leapt out of its cage. It really was from you. "Goodnight.. :)", you said. That moment I thought I died and went to heaven.
We had a bit of small talk or whatever you wanna call it. Then finally, I told you I was in elbi and I kind of asked you to hang out. You readily said sure. At this point, my heart was already doing cartwheels. The date was set and our goodnights were said.
I tossed and turned because I couldn't sleep. I close my eyes but I still see your face. I had dinosaurs in my stomach because of all the anxiety of this moment...
It is the perfect weather. But now, with you sitting beside me, I don't know what to call it anymore. This moment is beyond perfection.
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To be continued. ;)
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Unproductivity
January 9, 2012, 3-ish in the afternoon
I've been sitting on this chair for hours, 7 hours to be exact. Doing not a thing and simply staring at the reopened, yet unedited document in front of me. My officemates seem to be weirded out by the silly smile plastered on my face.
Everything seems to be a reminder of you: Meg's texts, my colleague's glasses, the visitor's guitar and The Corr's Runaway sweetly playing in the background while fighting off the sounds of the grumbling obsolete aircons. I'm feeling highschool-ish again - the butterflies in the stomach and that giddy feeling everytime your smile flashes in my mind.
I can't wait to see you again. I have 2 hours left 'til freedom. I probably should go back to my productive activities - to thinking of you...
Naaah. I'm kidding. See you soon, I hope. :)
I've been sitting on this chair for hours, 7 hours to be exact. Doing not a thing and simply staring at the reopened, yet unedited document in front of me. My officemates seem to be weirded out by the silly smile plastered on my face.
Everything seems to be a reminder of you: Meg's texts, my colleague's glasses, the visitor's guitar and The Corr's Runaway sweetly playing in the background while fighting off the sounds of the grumbling obsolete aircons. I'm feeling highschool-ish again - the butterflies in the stomach and that giddy feeling everytime your smile flashes in my mind.
I can't wait to see you again. I have 2 hours left 'til freedom. I probably should go back to my productive activities - to thinking of you...
Naaah. I'm kidding. See you soon, I hope. :)
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