What's That Feeling Again?
Friday night and as usual, it's going to be a lonely one.
Wait. No.
Not this week. It was one of the best Friday night i've ever had in weeks.
I was tired after the day. My eyes were half closed at 10pm. I was suppose to meet her at 1030pm. How am i going to get through the night without being a bore?
I was still tired when we meet. Then we went to a neat place to have a drink. We had wine.
Well, saying we had wine is a bit over rated. I had a bottle, barely. And she finished 3. This is really embarrassing. I was out-drank by a gal. Damn it.
But the night was nice, sweet.
As always, we chatted about everything. I'm glad i made her laughed. That's something i can do with people around me. That's just something i can do. Don't you think?
And the question come. What's that feeling again? i don't remember how it quite felt like, the feeling of liking someone. Guess i've been numb after all these years.
i'm moving on. i think.
Sure felt real, being so fond of someone, so connected. It just felt good.
Just need more time.
ChiM
Wait. No.
Not this week. It was one of the best Friday night i've ever had in weeks.
I was tired after the day. My eyes were half closed at 10pm. I was suppose to meet her at 1030pm. How am i going to get through the night without being a bore?
I was still tired when we meet. Then we went to a neat place to have a drink. We had wine.
Well, saying we had wine is a bit over rated. I had a bottle, barely. And she finished 3. This is really embarrassing. I was out-drank by a gal. Damn it.
But the night was nice, sweet.
As always, we chatted about everything. I'm glad i made her laughed. That's something i can do with people around me. That's just something i can do. Don't you think?
And the question come. What's that feeling again? i don't remember how it quite felt like, the feeling of liking someone. Guess i've been numb after all these years.
i'm moving on. i think.
Sure felt real, being so fond of someone, so connected. It just felt good.
Just need more time.
ChiM
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