Maybe, Maybe Not

/ Sunday, December 5, 2010 /

Sometimes, all it takes is a smile, a knowing nod or even an accidental brush of one's arms to another inside a cramped PUJ.

I have been watching you from a distance; I can see how you badly wanted to ask where she exactly lives, if she could spare an hour or two for dinner and how you fought the urge to reach for those few strands of hair that fell behind her nape. The way you looked at her - that piercing gaze and stolen glances of yours at the same time. And how you woke up at at half past four in the morning to the memory of her scent when she sat beside you, only to realize that it was just another of too many dawns dreaming- of her.

Worry not, I have this feeling that everything will be all right. I am not telling you this because I feel sorry for you; certainly not because I want you to feel better. I am telling you this because I know very well that she feels the same way, too.

But above all these facts, ask for her name first. It all starts with the name. And then everything else follows - the smile, the knowing nod and that accidental brush of one's arms to hers.

Comment tu t’appelles? Le nom est amour. Oui, en effet, l'amour.

Take your chance, boy.

Maybe, maybe not. Peut-ĂȘtre, Peut-ĂȘtre pas.

Photo by Navid Baraty


{ tinay } on: December 6, 2010 at 8:20 AM said...

i like your brand of subtle, kai. in the kingdom of the bitchlit, i have to say i always go home to this kin d of read. <3

{ Kai } on: December 6, 2010 at 12:25 PM said...

tin, daghang salamat. :D

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