Last night's shift was a lazy shift. I planned to sleep my whole lunch break time. Upon closing my eyes.. I dreamt of something almost real. I can still hear each word ringing in my ear.
We met up somewhere..Usap kami sa car. Galing sha somewhere.. binigyan nya ko ng apple. Ang goal nya, being there.. meeting me at 3 in the morning was just to see me.. and maybe steal a kiss.. Kaya lang.. takot sha because I might taste somebody else's kiss sa lips nya. Probably, the rightful better half. Everything is just so familiar.. But I was just so proud of me being so composed the whole time.
In that dream, I just stayed silent.. I played it cool. This isn't really happening.. ".. Ger I don't want to hurt you.. " God.. this isn't the first time.. 1..2..3..4..5..6.. I gave in to the kiss. Foolish? I don't want to care anymore. There was something distinct about it that I don't recognize.. something that isn't mine. What is mine in the first place? I don't recognize the kiss. In between holding back my tears and wanting to stay numb.. I managed to not break down. I ain't begging for anything again. Too much to handle. Its a good thing its just a dream. But everytime I close my eyes now.. from there the images of them making love haunts me. This time, this is somebody else. Not T.
And now, that apple is still in my cupboard..
Posted at 03:45 pm by quill
