Friday, May 19, 2006
DINNER
I was having dinner at my friend's home. It was me, her mom and her. It was nostalgic sitting in their dining room with them again, I haven't seen her for more than a year and being in the same table with the same crowd seems like I'm back in college.
We've been catching up for the past hour and she had to leave the table to get dessert. Her mom nudged me; "Hijo, why didn't you court my daughter, I would have liked you as a son-in-law." she said and laughed. It was an old joke between us and she knew I was in *urk* love with her daughter however; her daughter's heart belonged to someone else.
I smiled and placed my hand on her mother's, "Tita, despite how much I'm in love with your daughter, I can't allow myself to commit with her, you know how much a player I am." we laughed, it was the same answer I've given to her question countless times.
Later, as we finished washing the dishes we sat on her backyard. She begins to light a cigarette but I immediately brought out my Zippo lighter and lit her smokes. Her lips curved to a smile, there was amusement in her eyes, "ever the gentleman" she says and I retort, "you know what they say, my kind finish last."
She gave me an embrace and I held onto her, I whispered I missed her and she rubbed her hand warmly on my back. We sat under the stars and talked until the cold of the evening got to us which led us holding to one another. There was no malice; there were no prank remarks from my side. I've been longing for this moment of having her in my arms, of basking in her scent as the night waned on.
Her heart belongs to someone else, my mind reminds me. Can you fault me for loving her so, my heart states then, how are we to settle this, the soul asks.
It was finally time for me to leave and we bid our farewells with an embrace and a kiss to my cheeks from her. I closed my eyes as she did so, wanting to remember the moment, the feeling of her lips against my skin.
On the ride home I kept sniffing my shirt; her scent still lingered despite the smell of nicotine.
Instead of heading straight home I went to the nearest 24/7 store and bought a couple of vodka cruisers, at dawn I watch the sunrise overlooking the smog filled city that I call home. It was a good night I say to myself, I wasn't boastful, I wasn't corny, I was charming to their eyes and I was being myself.
posted by vinz @ 4:03 AM
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3 Comments:
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At 10:00 PM, paninigirl said…
when i'm reading here, i have a hard time separating your facts from your fiction. grrrrr. meaning, i like to think that your fiction was really a fact, and it's all happening. i get tickled, really. knowing the mushy-me. ;-)
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At 12:01 AM, ... said…
naks. don't we love those good days. totoo man o hindi.
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At 8:24 PM, vinz said…
heheh thanx :D
