It’s been such a long while since I’ve blogged about anything positive, but I had such an absolutely wonderful weekend that I’m still caught up in the bits of lingering happiness. And of course, it’s got everything to do with him. Hahahaha!
It all began last Thursday, when I tried my luck to ask him out for an impromptu movie. Never mind that he didn’t agree, but we ended up chatting on and off through the entire weekend. And the most magical thing that happened was that he actually agreed to supper on Saturday night! I don’t know why he suddenly asked where I was, but I decided to try my luck since he mentioned he was on the way to Tampines, and he actually said okay! I ended up going out again 10 minutes after I’d just reached home, just to meet him for slightly under 2 hours. Not very long I know, but it was like a surprise free dessert that tastes amazingly sweet.
Fine, not the best metaphor, but the meaning is there.
Alright, I know I sound totally like a lovesick fool right now, but I can’t help it. Knowing myself, once I’m over the high, the withdrawal symptoms are going to be hell to bear again, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. The thing about being in love with him, is that no matter how down I get when I miss him, no matter how I try to convince myself that it could never be, I can’t help but be happy with the simplest attention from him. Be it random late-nights chats, or when I’m bitching to him about work, or when I’m just bugging him with all sorts of nonsense because I’m high. I’ve told myself countless times not to ever hold any hopes that we could ever be more than just friends, and I’m fully aware of the fact, but I’m still filled with a sort of excited happiness whenever I talk to him. And meet-ups are like, the best things that happen, especially impromptu and totally unexpected ones like last Saturday.
Totally looking forward to Friday now, ‘cuz we’re supposed to be meeting for dinner again, yay!