As usual, you were late again. I leaned on the smooth, cylindrical post, waiting diligently as I watched people animatedly walk past in this Sunday afternoon. If I checked my watch, it'd say that you should've been here 15 minutes ago. I tapped my loafers on the tiled floor, a manifestation of idleness. You didn't need to invite me to see this movie with you, not when you thought you should make up for last week. That guilt on your face when you made your way to me was the very thing that prompted you to see me this weekend. Is it out of pity? Because I don't need that. You muttered your apology, eyes smiling, and asked if I had been standing there for too long. I shook my head in reply. Almost an hour later, I was burying my face in your sleeve, hiding the tears, and you didn't even mind. How could you take me to watch such a sad movie? I cursed in my head. Later I figured that I must've been unconsciously affected of the mess I was getting myself into.
December 17, 2008
the passion of christ.
As usual, you were late again. I leaned on the smooth, cylindrical post, waiting diligently as I watched people animatedly walk past in this Sunday afternoon. If I checked my watch, it'd say that you should've been here 15 minutes ago. I tapped my loafers on the tiled floor, a manifestation of idleness. You didn't need to invite me to see this movie with you, not when you thought you should make up for last week. That guilt on your face when you made your way to me was the very thing that prompted you to see me this weekend. Is it out of pity? Because I don't need that. You muttered your apology, eyes smiling, and asked if I had been standing there for too long. I shook my head in reply. Almost an hour later, I was burying my face in your sleeve, hiding the tears, and you didn't even mind. How could you take me to watch such a sad movie? I cursed in my head. Later I figured that I must've been unconsciously affected of the mess I was getting myself into.
