Cupid's Chokehold.
It was, for lack of a better word, weird, what she was feeling.
She was experienced enough to discern what she felt but with this, with him...she wasn't quite sure.
She was, it seemed, unable to give it a label...didn't want to give it a label yet. It was just 'one of those things'. Sigh!
It was not that she was having long sleepless nights thinking of him or couldn't eat...that only happened in movies and books, thank God! She was thin enough as it were, any thinner and she'd be skeletal... She had to admit though, she sometimes forgot to breath when she thought of him. Did that count as being unable to breath...because of...him? Crap! It was all too confusing.
Perhaps it was the time she spend with him? She wished they could spend more time together, but he had a life besides her :( and she wanted someone who could always be there for her. So what if she being a selfish brat?
Granted, he could be quite difficult at times, be a mime when he wanted to...but he always seemed to know exactly what to say when she was in the dumps. Was always ready to go out on a limb when she needed help.
He could be a jerk, ignore all reason...but he was always there for her. Isn't that what counted? That he could be there to pick her up when she fell?
Yes, he was all that and more, but she still wasn't convinced about....them being 'them', an item so to speak.
It wasn't that he wasn't good looking. On the contrary, he reminded her of ancient busts depicting Greek god's. That was a bit of a stretch, but a girl could always dream :)
He was no Adonis, but the man could hold his own when it came to that department.
Nay, it wasn't his looks. And anyway, if history was anything to go by, if it was just about looks, it was bound to head south.
She'd tried to convince herself that it wasn't worth the hassle but he seemed to fascinate her more and more everyday without even seemingly trying to. He had this air about him, that just...sucked you in.
She remembered a while back when she could not stand him. His eccentricity was invariably discounted as him being egocentric, but only by those who never took the time to know him... Gosh, she was now defending him? When did that happen? She smiled, relishing the thought...
She still couldn't put her finger on it, why she was not ready. Maybe the fact that he was seemingly shy of her? Or was she the shy one?
He was sometimes quite aloof when it came to relationships. They hadn't broached the subject yet. Maybe that's why it was all smoke and mirrors? Coz she didn't know what he wanted...what she wanted....?
He was so hard to read, he put "Finnegan's Wake" by James Joyce to shame. She was an avid reader but she never really got what that book was about. Nobody in her circle of friends seemed to either...
Oh, back to him...
Why was her mind all fog when it came to him? She wanted to attribute it to the fact that she had been alone for so long, she lost the power of discerning what it was that she felt. Was it not like riding a bike? One of those things one, a girl, ought not forget?
Or maybe it was because it had hit her like a wave. Granted, she did not know how or what she felt, she still deemed it unkind not being given ample time to prepare for the feelings. Damn you cupid!
She heard her favourite song playing in the background breaking the spell that had her lost in reverie. It took her a second or two for it to register thar it was her phone. Heaving a sigh, she walked to her dressing table and peered at the caller ID on the miniature screen. Curses hitched in her throat when she saw that it was him...
''Hi...'
'
Denkely's
She was experienced enough to discern what she felt but with this, with him...she wasn't quite sure.
She was, it seemed, unable to give it a label...didn't want to give it a label yet. It was just 'one of those things'. Sigh!
It was not that she was having long sleepless nights thinking of him or couldn't eat...that only happened in movies and books, thank God! She was thin enough as it were, any thinner and she'd be skeletal... She had to admit though, she sometimes forgot to breath when she thought of him. Did that count as being unable to breath...because of...him? Crap! It was all too confusing.
Perhaps it was the time she spend with him? She wished they could spend more time together, but he had a life besides her :( and she wanted someone who could always be there for her. So what if she being a selfish brat?
Granted, he could be quite difficult at times, be a mime when he wanted to...but he always seemed to know exactly what to say when she was in the dumps. Was always ready to go out on a limb when she needed help.
He could be a jerk, ignore all reason...but he was always there for her. Isn't that what counted? That he could be there to pick her up when she fell?
Yes, he was all that and more, but she still wasn't convinced about....them being 'them', an item so to speak.
It wasn't that he wasn't good looking. On the contrary, he reminded her of ancient busts depicting Greek god's. That was a bit of a stretch, but a girl could always dream :)
He was no Adonis, but the man could hold his own when it came to that department.
Nay, it wasn't his looks. And anyway, if history was anything to go by, if it was just about looks, it was bound to head south.
She'd tried to convince herself that it wasn't worth the hassle but he seemed to fascinate her more and more everyday without even seemingly trying to. He had this air about him, that just...sucked you in.
She remembered a while back when she could not stand him. His eccentricity was invariably discounted as him being egocentric, but only by those who never took the time to know him... Gosh, she was now defending him? When did that happen? She smiled, relishing the thought...
She still couldn't put her finger on it, why she was not ready. Maybe the fact that he was seemingly shy of her? Or was she the shy one?
He was sometimes quite aloof when it came to relationships. They hadn't broached the subject yet. Maybe that's why it was all smoke and mirrors? Coz she didn't know what he wanted...what she wanted....?
He was so hard to read, he put "Finnegan's Wake" by James Joyce to shame. She was an avid reader but she never really got what that book was about. Nobody in her circle of friends seemed to either...
Oh, back to him...
Why was her mind all fog when it came to him? She wanted to attribute it to the fact that she had been alone for so long, she lost the power of discerning what it was that she felt. Was it not like riding a bike? One of those things one, a girl, ought not forget?
Or maybe it was because it had hit her like a wave. Granted, she did not know how or what she felt, she still deemed it unkind not being given ample time to prepare for the feelings. Damn you cupid!
She heard her favourite song playing in the background breaking the spell that had her lost in reverie. It took her a second or two for it to register thar it was her phone. Heaving a sigh, she walked to her dressing table and peered at the caller ID on the miniature screen. Curses hitched in her throat when she saw that it was him...
''Hi...'
'
Denkely's
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