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On a Cold Rainy Night

31 Jan

“Are you ready?”

“Ready?”

“This is how it goes …”

“Wait. Ready for what?”

“This. This is what will happen. We meet. Meet cute, maybe. But we meet. We exchange names. We invent nicknames for each other. We text each other every day. We look forward to each of our “morning” and “nitey nite” greetings. We make time to type those messages. We ask each other what we have for breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, and all meals in between. We ask each other what we do, where we go, what we read, what we watch, what we listen to. Then we finally meet. We see eye to eye. Over lunch. Followed by coffee. Over dinner. Followed by movie. The first lunch. The first coffee. The first movie together. Then comes the night when we part. We have to part. We live in our own house. We say good night. In the next few hours, we say good morning. We make plans. We plan our getaway. Our holiday. We cannot get enough of each other. We are crazy about each other. We think of each other every time. We think of ways to seek help from each other. We think of ways to make each other feel needed and wanted. We try and try … Until we’re tired. We start getting bored of each other. We start questioning our decision to meet and like each other. We make excuses not to meet. We prioritise our work and other activities above each other. We start skipping the greetings. No more “morning” or “nitey nite”. We start asking each other, why you have not asked me things I do. Food I eat. Music I listen to. We take each other for granted. We take each other as a routine. Then strangers come to our lives. Strangers that tickle our excitement. Strangers who ask us the questions we used to ask to each other. Strangers we cannot get enough of. Strangers we wish to spend our time with, instead of being with each other. Strangers, that make us … strangers for each other.”

“Are you done?”

“I’m not. Because I want to ask you, if you’re ever ready …”

“I’m taken.”

“… ready to invite this stranger to try?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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7 Comments

Posted by on 01/31/2016 in English, Personal

 

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7 responses to “On a Cold Rainy Night

  1. psychkid

    02/01/2016 at 11:03 am

    Spices… to spice up the relationship? No good sir!

     
    • nauvalyazid

      02/01/2016 at 11:06 am

      As long as it’s in moderation, senor.

       
      • psychkid

        02/01/2016 at 11:08 am

        There’s always someone who get hurt… dunno, never been in an open relationship

         
      • nauvalyazid

        02/01/2016 at 11:11 am

        Hurt is a norm in any kind of relationship.

         
  2. Arista

    06/02/2016 at 11:58 am

    Reblogged this on arista.

     
  3. Arista

    06/02/2016 at 11:58 am

    Ijin reblog ya, mas Nauval. habisnya…gitu hehe

     

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