be open to love

oh yeah. almost forgot this goal.

Anyway, make me stop playing. Someone make mentally batok me.

Shit, I’m turning from good to naughty.

HAHAHAHAHA!

and run away.

oh gawd.

Okay, here’s the spill.

there’s this guy living upstairs. He’s a med student i think. Very chinito and all. and we never talked to each other.

There were moments when the whole sort of melodramatic thing engulfs me and I’d just sit by the stairs looking out the fab view outside and either finish reading a book or write some thoughts and ideas down. and then, one rainy night, i fancied upon doodling on the window some quotes and all. i decided to sit on my favorite spot on the stairs do the usual stuff. Then I started to hear Norah Jones playing on the background. and in the middle of it all, i’ve heard the music was getting a bit louder and i figured he might have left the door open from his room.

Oh my. The scene was such a cliche, i mean, it’s raining, i have a book in my hand, i’m sitting by the stairs and i’m overlooking a rooftop and the wonderful lights outside through a foggy window, and the music!!!

So i just looked out the window for a couple of minutes or so, indulged in the cool breeze and listened to the sounds coming from upstairs. Tears would have welled up if not for the loud footsteps descending the stairs.

And what did I do? I rushed back in my room.

Though I noticed that he descended with two coffee cups in his hands, full with some cappucino foam.

end.

And i said to myself, that i do not need THIS now. it’s been what? 3 years since… oh my gawd, i dont even want to remember.

but why do I always say no?

although i have confidence that this will not happen any time soon.