She feels like crying to attain some sense of justice but all she could ever muster was a heavy heart with a fainting beat. She wonders if he matters enough, enough for tears to spill from her welling eyes. When she looks at him, who she sees makes her tomorrows but when he looks at her, all he ever finds is a friend. And after a long time of staring into space, she throws me a question, ‘when will I ever weep for that which never existed from the start?’
I fall silent.
He only wants her the way he wants her. He is the sea and like sand on the shore, she wants to be a part of him, completely. Pushed away and pulled back again, she rises up, breaks and falls, forever…
'I love him, ardently,' she says. I felt that word, once. I know this story all too well.
And as if on cue the moonless sky mimics what our hearts seek to hide. 'Its raining. There goes your answer,' I finally reply.
I sip my coffee, hoping to achieve a moment's peace in a cup. All is still.
'What shall happen tonight?'
2 comments:
kamingaw ba sad. hahay.
lagi...musta naman ka dira hah? mingaw nako nimo
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