December 17, 2008

the rumors.


You asked to see me that afternoon, to keep you company in your first students' graduation. That, or you just wanted to amuse yourself by poking fun at me. You always knew I'd concede to your every whim. So I went to see you. Standing beside me, weren't you too close for comfort? People had thought so, too. There had been a remark or two, but you never cared and even seemed amused to the point of teasing them further, and me. You grinned some more as you watched me pout. In the back of my mind I wondered if you anyway knew why I was with you that moment. You must had known, and it'd become too obvious in the way those eyes of yours rested on my face. The mirth was mocking me to no end.