Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Reason Why

My flight is in 9 hours. It is almost 6.30 in the morning. I had not slept, probably due to excitement at the thought of heading home. To the thought of seeing you. I had waited for this moment for a long time.

I don't wanna point fingers. I don't wanna blame you. I don't wanna fight. I don't wanna argue. I don't wanna say the things we both know are better left unsaid. I don't wanna complicate things.

'Whatever la'

I guess somewhere deep down, you will always be my inevitable letdown.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Of renewed brilliance

We tend to grow used to things, becoming comfortably numb. Be it the sleek polish of a brand new car, the easy intoxication of your first shot of tequila, the utter confidence while wearing new clothes, the exciting new start in a different environment or even the sheer handsomeness that is your face.

We get excited over new things, and after a while we forget how awesome they are, breaking out of our contented complacence without valid reasons. You, for example.

I was looking through your pictures, and those of us together. I found myself once again captured by your sly smile. It brings me back to the very first night we met, and that look you gave me. It took me back to a time before our emotional confrontations, before it was us against the world, before it hit us that we could only delay the inevitable.

It took me back to perfect chemistry, and ecstatic yet warm feelings. It took me back to voluntarily participating in a (FUCKING MASSIVE) rush hour jam to spend more time together. It took me back to the smell of your car. It took me back to alcoholic kisses, saliva exchanges and desperate embraces. It took me back to lazy afternoons at Alexis.

It brings me back to the ecstasy that was you, and I. (As well as overpriced Alexis cakes!)

It's been a year. I'll see you soon.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Something that's been haunting me

We roll in bed. You kiss me softly on the back of my neck, hugging me tighter as I snuggle against you. You turn me around, kiss me on the forehead, cheek and lips, saying "baby you're so cute" between kisses.

If the day comes when I'm no longer the cute me you claim to adore, would you still love me?

Or would you cringe in disgust at the thought of two uncles kissing, being intimate or loving each other?

Cause I would.