Have you ever been in a situation where things were very surrealistic-like and things that are never in your fucking life would u think could happen, happened? Who am I kidding. Obvious, isn't it? I am pretty sure EVERYONE has that spur of moment. Sweet divine ecstacy.
Most certainly I have two incidences that I wish it came true. First one was back in Taylors where I saw this guy in his eyes right at the front gate, gazing into each other. At that moment, I swear there were this strong chemistry between us like adding sulphuric acid into the alkaline solution and a combustion of huge fiery fire just rose up in the air, filling up the spaces in between us.Smoke spiralling all around us, cushioning our void spaces. There's definitely something going on. I knew it. He most certainly knew it too. Now, you might be asking, how the fark you know that he knows? Well, the night itself, I found out we actually had this mutual friend where his bff is also my bff. He got my number from her and ta-dah, thats when the texting spree began!
*uh- oh!
We were inseparable. We texted, we called, and texted and called again, in ONE day. I had never been happier. I swore that I could actually get married to this guy. I was on cloud nine! Nothing could bring me down.
*Double Uh oh!
Yes, I Bloody love him. and had nver thought that dooms day was just across the room, waiting to pounce on me like a hungry lion that hasn't been fed for a week! True enough, one glorious morning, I texted him, he never replied, so the ignorant me, not aware of what was actually happening, called him. Cuts my calls. And I texted again. Only to come back to square one. Nada. Phone was being silent the entire month. Like I had mistreated it and he decides to give me the silent treatment. In that entire month, I was literally acting up on my stalking behavior. I was insane. I kept calling and calling. and relentless messages. Well, luck was certainly not on my side, he replied once. out of the millions and millions of texts and calls I've given him. U can't imagine the joy I had on my face when I received that ONE Effing reply! I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. No. I couldn't stop navigating into his facebook profile 20 times a day wondering if he's got a new girl. I most certainly couldn't keep my hands from sending him emails even after 2 years. I was at lost end. Bushwhacked. Took me 2 years ish to actually not stalk him anymore. It was like I was being ripped apart countless times by the lion that nothing but bones left. No mercy, no compromising.
Until now, I can't deny the dagger-stabbing + being-teared-apart pain in my wound every time i bumped into him. It just happens.
Most certainly I have two incidences that I wish it came true. First one was back in Taylors where I saw this guy in his eyes right at the front gate, gazing into each other. At that moment, I swear there were this strong chemistry between us like adding sulphuric acid into the alkaline solution and a combustion of huge fiery fire just rose up in the air, filling up the spaces in between us.Smoke spiralling all around us, cushioning our void spaces. There's definitely something going on. I knew it. He most certainly knew it too. Now, you might be asking, how the fark you know that he knows? Well, the night itself, I found out we actually had this mutual friend where his bff is also my bff. He got my number from her and ta-dah, thats when the texting spree began!
*uh- oh!
We were inseparable. We texted, we called, and texted and called again, in ONE day. I had never been happier. I swore that I could actually get married to this guy. I was on cloud nine! Nothing could bring me down.
*Double Uh oh!
Yes, I Bloody love him. and had nver thought that dooms day was just across the room, waiting to pounce on me like a hungry lion that hasn't been fed for a week! True enough, one glorious morning, I texted him, he never replied, so the ignorant me, not aware of what was actually happening, called him. Cuts my calls. And I texted again. Only to come back to square one. Nada. Phone was being silent the entire month. Like I had mistreated it and he decides to give me the silent treatment. In that entire month, I was literally acting up on my stalking behavior. I was insane. I kept calling and calling. and relentless messages. Well, luck was certainly not on my side, he replied once. out of the millions and millions of texts and calls I've given him. U can't imagine the joy I had on my face when I received that ONE Effing reply! I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. No. I couldn't stop navigating into his facebook profile 20 times a day wondering if he's got a new girl. I most certainly couldn't keep my hands from sending him emails even after 2 years. I was at lost end. Bushwhacked. Took me 2 years ish to actually not stalk him anymore. It was like I was being ripped apart countless times by the lion that nothing but bones left. No mercy, no compromising.
Until now, I can't deny the dagger-stabbing + being-teared-apart pain in my wound every time i bumped into him. It just happens.