It has been a "busy Tuesday".
As usual, woke up at 11am.
Check my phone, miss calls, whatsapp, email, facebook, instagram.
It was around 12 by then.
I got out of bed and brushed my teeth.
***
Out of the blues, H called me on my 22nd birthday.
At around 3pm, a gloomy rainy day.
This would be the only day and chance that he initiates the chat.
If not? It's totally over.
But now - it seems not.
***
Had a big dinner with my friends on my birthday night.
Then I was walking home, thinking.
Thinking what happened in the past with H.
That sweet and intimate bits, so as the bitter bits.
I didn't manage to sleep early.
So I texted him around 4am.
"Hey I kinda miss you, meet up sometime?"
***
He replied "are you drunk again?"
Midnight text = drunk texting = me?
Oh c'mon.
Is this the impression that I gave you, huh?
Someone misses you during a long night and that you thought her text is a slut behaviour.
Gosh.
***
Signed my lease and met my boss at the office.
Phew finally nailed things down.
And it was almost 6pm.
To avoid the lights, I stroll down to Townhall station.
Suddenly a boy came up just right in front of me.
It was H.
I had no idea why he is always observing and asking about my outfit every time.
Awkward.
He walked me for some distance.
"How's your love life?" he asked.
"Why not telling me yours first?" I added.
"I...a.....am turning to be a good boy...and I"m dating a new girl now".
Whoop whoop!
Hope this girl won't have to suffer!
"Ohh alright" I said.
"So you're walking towards Circular Quay? I think I'll just stop here..." He murmured.
"Oh yea! You don't wanna walk? Bye bye" I keep walking without turning my head back towards him.
***
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
(Arcade Fire by The Suburbs)
Time to pop some champagne :)
