Wrapped in my blue comforter while literally shaking, thanks to the wild wild breeze brought about by the stormy weather, coupled by the "number three" electric fan, I started sniffing my 10:00am coffee.The earthy aroma and feeling of warmth enveloped my senses and I suddenly felt calm amidst the pounding rain, howling winds and exaggerated rustling of leaves. Funny how caffeine has its effects on me. Ironically, caffeine eases out tension in my body, while stimulating my usually lazy brain cells.
I took my first sip and the warmth I felt from my initial sniffing creep ed through my whole body.
Upon gulping down the precious first sip, one thought suddenly popped in my head.
I've never invited you for coffee. We've never been on a date (yes, I don't count Mc Donald's-birthday lunches as dates) and I've never even asked you out for one. I frequented Bean Hub with this girl a year ago and I went out often with another girl way way back. Is it just me or I'm so not making an effort? Maybe we're just too busy. Or maybe I just know that that doesn't interest you. Maybe.
Two years of "knowing" each other and still no clear idea of who you really are. Disclosure. I still don't know you and you still haven't a clue of who I really am.
I haven't got any idea what you like and whatever you might write down in a "slum book". I know of only superficial things about you. I can't be that bad for not finding out ways to know you more right? Especially when I noticed that you weren't making any efforts to get to know me.
Call me unfair but I lost whatever feeling I have when I felt that you couldn't reciprocate the love I could give. I've loved before and I can proudly say I've loved and I loved greatly. Even came to a point where I loved so much but never really got anything. I know it's not fair to expect anything in return but this time, I need to stop being a martyr. It gets tiring, trust me.
Coffee. Sigh. I need another cup.
I took my first sip and the warmth I felt from my initial sniffing creep ed through my whole body.
Upon gulping down the precious first sip, one thought suddenly popped in my head.
I've never invited you for coffee. We've never been on a date (yes, I don't count Mc Donald's-birthday lunches as dates) and I've never even asked you out for one. I frequented Bean Hub with this girl a year ago and I went out often with another girl way way back. Is it just me or I'm so not making an effort? Maybe we're just too busy. Or maybe I just know that that doesn't interest you. Maybe.
Two years of "knowing" each other and still no clear idea of who you really are. Disclosure. I still don't know you and you still haven't a clue of who I really am.
I haven't got any idea what you like and whatever you might write down in a "slum book". I know of only superficial things about you. I can't be that bad for not finding out ways to know you more right? Especially when I noticed that you weren't making any efforts to get to know me.
Call me unfair but I lost whatever feeling I have when I felt that you couldn't reciprocate the love I could give. I've loved before and I can proudly say I've loved and I loved greatly. Even came to a point where I loved so much but never really got anything. I know it's not fair to expect anything in return but this time, I need to stop being a martyr. It gets tiring, trust me.
Coffee. Sigh. I need another cup.
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