
Wednesday, June 30, 2010 @ 11:22 PM
that someone and i.
A friend of mine in SG asked me earlier today,
"Are u missing someone here?? ha ha"
I’m not sure about the “ha ha” but yes, there’s someone in SG I’ve been missing. But that someone and I go days without having a meaningful conversation. And though it doesn’t seem like that someone misses me back, I never tried to stop missing that someone because deep inside, I know that I will never succeed.
I remember the first time we talked. That someone asked for my name and I turned straight into a puddle of.. uh never mind. We were sitting on the floor outside the Alley Bar with the rest of the PPC crew jamming and festively drinking Breda with everyone (and also there, I was just about to find out why they like Breda so much). That someone pulled out the guitar and played with heart, not hands. It was as if (as if!) that someone, with a john mayer voice by the way, was singing to me only. To me only. I felt something different for the first time. Once my heart was captured with that someone's mix of charm, intelligence, silliness, sense of humor, and romantic side. We never really labeled our relationship, but it was in some way fleeting, or perhaps some mere physical attraction we both couldn't ignore. There were a lot of things I wanted that someone to know like such a very special person that someone was to me. But I did not know how and though everything must change, life must change, I will never forget that someone.
I indeed miss that someone but life is just so cruel sometimes. We were both aware that fate would soon find us separated. It did and I think of that someone every stupid damn time, everyday, and always.
Lovelots,
Pau