ahhhh.. cold nostalgia is hitting me, it feels kinda good.
let me tell you how at the beginning of last year, i had met a boy.
it took only one look at him for my intrigue to set.
"This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know upfront, this is not a love story."
- 500 Days of Summer
it's true. this story is not a love story.
this boy was fascinating. couldn't keep still and kept still at the right and perfect moments. to say that he was well liked was an understatement. always at the center of attention and never craved for it. excitement circled him and his friends consistently and daily. i was addicted.
beside the initial intrigue, i knew he came with a set of blemishes that i knew i could never overlook.
eventually it came to an end and no one was surprised. his age number was only a mask of the boyish ways he had. enough was enough. unreliability is something i can not live with nor do i have patience for.
this time last year, i was thinking about what i wanted and put my rationalities further back.
(what i really truly and only miss.. his friends. dammit!)
*NOTE: give a bigger credit to my womanly intuitions and listen to them*
crap, i just realized this post is relating a lot to a present situation. the "YES/NO" moments are always too stressful for me.