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Saturday, May 08, 2004

Confessions of a Melodramatic Fool

How do you begin liking someone?
You see her and you admire her physical features, fine. However, how is it to say that you like her truly?
You maybe allowing yourself like her when the opportunity of getting to know her arises. You get to spend time with her for a few hours, see her personality up-close and without the restraints that you’ve set for yourself, you find yourself strangely attracted to her.
I suppose you begin to like her the following day, when –without control, the time you spent with her plays over and over again in your mind. Her voice echoing within and slowly filling a void within you. Her face and smile nudging your mind, warming you all over and your lips seems to curve into a smile without you noticing.
With haste you type something down in your cell phone planning to send her a message. Upon finishing you read and re-read it all over again only to delete it in the end. You think too much of what’ll she think.
You realize then that you must be confident in yourself and not expect too much of the situation and so, you end up sending her a nonchalant message. After which you dreadfully wait for her reply.
You leave your cell phone in the living room and when you hear it’s ringing tone you come bolting from your room only to find that globe has sent you a promotional text message.
This is how you always get hurt in the end. Think about it thoroughly. All what you’re going through could all just be infatuation. Sleep on it.
Then, how come you’re craving for her company?
How come you’re looking forward to get to know her?
How is it that even though that she talks rather fast, that when you hear her voice in your mind it plays in slow-mo?
How is it that her voice mellows you right through?
Answer me that.As I said, it could all just be infatuation, sleep on it.

posted by vinz @ 4:28 PM
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