My celphone rang once, twice, thrice, and I wouldn't answer while I locked my gaze on the LCD. Why? You very well would know why. I'd been waiting diligently with these bored people right beside me on this greenish bench, wondering what took your cousin so long to arrive despite his warning and apology that he'd be coming to meet me later than he'd ever anticipated. I should've been suspicious about why he had seemed so out of character, bordering frantic, when he had asked to see me at lunch in a weekday, in a crowded mall of all places. Oh, I should've seen it coming, this trick that had me wrapped around your finger. I still couldn't shake off the shock even when I already whipped my head left to right and saw your sheepish yet smiling face instead of his stoic. I couldn't move even when you dropped in front of me, almost on your knees, and I tried to save what was left of my dignity by covering my face with a shaky hand. "It was all a lie, wasn't it? You are not even supposed to be here. Not today, no," I whispered, laughing, close to tears, confused. "I wanted to surprise you," you calmly replied, always so calm. I was so stupid.
All the world loves a clown
- Kendii
- I'm an MA student on leave, a whiner, a great pretender, and your next best friend from hell. I write for oyster mushrooms, broccoli, oregano and chocolates, for dresses thrifted and otherwise, for sadistic tendencies and the little boys, for full moons of the last 5 years, for the downpour that never goes away, for stolen gazes and fragile hopes, for letters that will only be read once, and for the "us" that there never was.