That was the prelude to a flirting that lasted half an hour inside a bookstore. If this was an ordinary day, I could have just continued with my business and indulge in my make-believe world. But this is the first time I went out of my apartment after four days, thus the appetite for some adventure.
In the end, I got a copy of Sycujo's Ilustrado and her number.
Before going to another bookstore, I wonder why I am a better catcher of girls than guys. I spent some time in the mall. The image of the lady already a blur to my memory.
As soon as I got home, I checked my computer, hoping to see an email from him that could probably break this life's sullen monotony. There was none. I checked his Facebook account. There laid in front of me were wall posts from him and the guy he currently dates. Before I even had the nerve to check his photos, I closed the tab, freeing myself from possible sentient the action could bring.
I ate my dinner and pondered on how I manage to pull all sentiments inwards without bursting. The moment I sat down again to surf the internet, he came online. I resisted, but something always brings me down to him. Again, I checked his account and read older wall posts and tried to hold myself. Without chain, he still hold me, no doubt.
For the second time, I left his profile page and opened my mail.
Lying in my draft folder is the email I hope I had sent him a year ago before everything became more complicated between us. I stared at it for a while, no need to read since I have memorized every lines of the letter.
I guess, this is why I am lost, partly.
*I went to Booksale and saw some second-hand American textbook on Business Law cases. Which reminded me of school.