NOT Talking

Innuendos. Love. Moods. Cough. Laundry night every Sats. Those were the few things that we first talked about, more than seven long weeks ago. The time we actually spent talking is so much less than the time we spent… well, NOT talking. Yet, “I feel like I’ve known you from a long time ago.”

So here I go again. Spending another night not talking with you. Missing you. Thinking about you. Wishing you were here. Clutching my mobile on one hand, ready to push the green button on Your Name. Re-reading the history log for the umpteenth times. Hoping that I am not turning into some psycho whose feelings is unreturned. Thank universe and all its’ creatures that these R40’s keyboards can’t talk otherwise they would have had thrown fits at me.

We have had fun, right? We talked about Thailand, Whale Rider, snorkling, curries, and –ahh, of course, coriander leaves. Also of other stuff that we like as well as despise. We had also our share of first fight. It wasn’t fun, yet it made us see each other from a different light which was a priceless experience in its own way. There are still yet other things I’d like to talk about with you. Things that I can’t even begin to list for there will be no list long enough to match our experiences-to-come. Or so I hope.