For some reason yes.
Looking back, I really do enjoy the times when you are chasing me. We converse as if no one is listening and we can talk almost anything. About our family, work, friends, what’s new, what’s not. We easily give our ideas, nasty opinions and easily give our emotions in the topic. As you always say to me, you are ‘animated’ of what I am delivering. Maybe you didn’t realize you’ve been trapped with my enchanted spell. I possess this inexorable charm, you know.
The song ‘Won’t go home without you’ by Maroon 5 may also be one of my songs for you when the clock tick tack’s at 6:00 pm (or 7 pm or 8 and so it goes). True. Who wouldn’t want to go home with someone who always entertains me with his funny antics, the never ending exhaustion and prolonged debates (where I always knocked you out or you just let me) while walking in Mother Ignacia, to MRT - Quezon Avenue station to Ayala station then at the end of our cords when I have taken my first step in a bus ride going to Bicutan.
It’s like receiving a text message when your cell phone is beside your computer and your computer can predict that you will be receiving an SMS, you will eagerly take a peak in your cell phone then ‘toot toot’, a message. There is this connection that triggers me where I would know that you are staring at me and pretend not to notice, also that stare where I am aware you were looking. The thing is, I can sense a pat at my back when you are watching, looking, staring at me while I pretend not to notice.
Do you still remember that our very first conversation started when you asked me who my favorite cartoon character was? Our first bonding was when you were talking someone on the phone (I think she was heartbroken and you were consoling her) and I am begging you to help me with my vb.net project (Oh, crap!). You first got irritated when we were in Greenhills, I am looking for my running shoes then you uttered that we were strolling 5 times in a row already. That Greenhills day was the first out of the office bonding that we both had, it was raining then.
Our first kiss was Nov 23, it was your birthday. No malice of course.
That date last February 14, 2007 was no fun at all, I was maybe thinking of you, hoping that I should be staying at the office and laugh with you. My date that night was boring.
Past dates when I really enjoy being a girl. Being pursuit with someone who was determined. Those days when we were like playing hide and seek. Me hiding, you seeking, waiting, searching. I am the one who was right; I am the one who always says the good and the beautiful without thinking of your feelings and if you are already hurting.
Going out with you was never a misery. Our coffee conversation that lasted until sunshine comes in. Where my dad will be calling me at 2:00am and would want to know what was going on. Let’s just say that we didn’t notice that our sunshine was on its way to say hello. We are busy talking and we just don’t care.
Can coffee be considered as one of Venus’s sons? Coffee is the one who hooked us up with its rich aroma. Times when you are asking me for a cup, I am in my shy act and answered that I don’t want a mocha latte, my all time favorite drink. Then, it was on the 16th when you told me about Can’t Hardly Wait’s Lauren. We discovered tea leaf and the mermaid who was before the first in my list is now the second of my fave coffee shops.
Maybe I am known as one of the office’s girl whose table was filled with morning food. Some from them, but what caught my attention were the cookies.
Badminton is one of the sweaty games that I love to be part of (and running too!). I always stick with my bothering feeling. Never did I like to be your duo in a 3 pair game. But when bothering feeling was not in court and we were four, I stick up with you. Thrice we played, two times when we were together. Now, I am certain to whom should I choose to be glued. 4:00pm routine.
Merienda time, clock strikes at 4pm means I shall transform into a human being and leave my ‘robotic’ (you called me robot because of the way I work-non-stop) mask and should have a chitchat with you.
We love fights in cab. Uncontrollable arguments that we couldn’t stop, where I am always supposedly right, none of your reasons were entitled with other’s sympathy. You should always be the antagonist. The villain.
Reminiscing the days when we haven’t had that ‘bus ride’.
For most reasons no
I would not give up anything not spend my days with you. I would not give up those we shared before, because all that I needed is with you, in you.
Lousy fact: My heart is always beating; the difference is that it is faster now.
