We were supposed to meet up for coffee. Just to catch up on things, no pressure, no worries – just plain friends doing what normal, friendly people do.
It was kind of awkward at first, we did this half-beso, half-hug greeting. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about mundane things like work, the beach, his far-fetched dreams of having his own resort; He’s going to La Union to check out the surfing scene and the possibility of investing.
He kept getting tongue-tied which I find endearing; he would stop mid-speech, scratch his head and just flash a knowing smile at me. I knew he wanted to talk about us, but then again there is no us so there’s nothing to talk about. I tried to be as platonic as possible. But during the middle of dinner, he started playing with my fingertips, just like he used to. I tried to remove my hand but he caught it.
We both fell silent. We were just looking intently at each other; he was trying to read me like an open book, and I was trying to memorize each line & crevice on his face. I like staring into his eyes; there is a certain depth & fervor, and I wouldn’t mind getting lost in its infinity.
And then he inched in closer and nuzzled my ear. He still knew where my weakness is. He made fun of the way he’s giving me goose bumps and lightly traced his finger on my skin. Then he rested his forehead on my cheek. I didn’t realize up until now that it was possible to ache for someone this much.
“Would you mind if I just held on to you like this?” And then he wrapped his arm around my waist and pretended to fall asleep on my shoulder. I could feel his breath at the back of my nape; it was the best feeling I’ve had in such a long time.
And just like that, my defenses crumbled like a tower of Uno Stacko. I let him have me again. Yes, I didn’t even put up a fight. I’m a moron, I know.
Coffee is never innocent, I tell you.
Coffee will break your heart.
Coffee is evil.
Coffee will make you do things you swore you’d never do again.
All the reasons and more why I love coffee. J
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DISCLAIMER: i realize this is a very mushy post. it kinda makes me barf right now haha. but then again i was under the influence of hormones when i wrote this. (excuses!) right, so there. im having a reflux from the mushyness, im not used to being this.. soft. and im going to snap out of it soon, give me a month and ill be back to my usual bitter, morbid self =D
aww paui.. yep he’s lucky alrite. lucky kasi i havent knocked some sense into u yet. we need to meet up soon para mabatukan kita. bitchslap!!
hold on.. lemme get my helmet hehe. dayum!
no, no, its not what you think! we’re not together “together”. we’re nothing.
what is up with you and players?? he’s the grand daddy of em all. as if you didnt know that. you deserve someone better na, someone serious. pero my shoulder is ready just in case the need arises.
’nuff said
i know, i know =D