Seven past two
Thursday, August 19th, 2010Probably, this is the last time that I am gonna think of her and of the every moments we shared together. It’s been two hours and six minutes since her birthday and I am still re-assembling the contents of a report to my manager. I wished her a happy birthday, as a result of my to-do-or-not-to-do askings from my two helpful co-workers. I was not hoping for a reply, but I guessed I was half-wishing that she will. But she didin’t. It’s now seven past two and I would really like to sleep this off.
Then again, I don’t know why it still hurts.
A continuance (but still unfinished)
Tuesday, August 17th, 2010I have had enough of office readings for a quite a long stretch of time that I ended up not updating this thing. There were a lot of things that happened: I became affectionately attached to another girl; I was promoted to seniority after two years of gawdammert stay; the girl I am talking all this time has abandoned the office and left to whereineverknow; and, lastly, the girl I was affectionately attached with left me behind, through an electronically, unbelievably and atrociously unspeakable wordlessness of a text message. Awful. The days that passed were like the waves of the Atlantic amidst a hurricane: cold and full of ups and downs. I have not recovered yet. That is awful. Today i wonder why hope has to come along singlehandedly just to make way for a heartbreak that comes in pairs.
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