Saturday, July 16, 2005

And you had to ask if I had ever been in-love

While all I could give you for an answer is silence, it got me into thinking. Is what I feel for you love? For all I know, it could be leftovers of the infatuation I felt for you a long, long time ago... waiting to be extinguished as soon as you show even the slightest flaw.

Everything about you sounds all too romantic. Heck, Anne Mather couldn’t write a better plot.

Our heroine falls for the boy. But Boy didn’t reciprocate, falls for the prissy little miss perfect instead. For fear that she might get caught watching him adoringly, our heroine deliberately fell under everybody’s radar. She finds out 10 years later that she had been so successful in keeping her secret that people never thought she had any personality at all. Oh the poor girl!

When they got graduated, she discovers that there’s more to life than hiding in the library after classes to share some private moments with him. She moves on, forgets about the boy and everything about him.

Then by some ~~cruel~~ twist of fate, they meet again. Instead of the indifference our heroine expected to feel, she got a heart doing some crazy little hopscotch and the madness begins. She couldn't laugh about how stupid she was in the past because she knew with a sinking feeling that it won't be long before she does something stupid again.

For at that moment, it was not the things that she had forgotten that mattered. It was the things that she remembered that bothered her so much. Little memories that kept popping in her head during the most inconvenient times.

I know I fooled everyone but you. And I blame you for finding myself at 3 in the morning, restless and wide awake. Because you know what? I realized that I just might have fallen in-love to the prototype of all my dreamboys. That prototype is You! Oh Lord, have mercy.

I’m exposing myself to a lot of pain, again.

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

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