Sunday, July 15, 2007 @ 12:09 AM
prologue
forces of opposite attracts.
that was how i felt. coming from totally different worlds, with different mindset and personality, there was something special that was shared, which nothing could tarnish.
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i first met her at a social gathering. I was the life of the party with all the ladies hanging around me and on each word that came out of my mouth. Light, fleeting touches from their fingertips betrayed the longing of them waiting and hoping that she would be the lucky one. not only for tonight, but for a future together.
getting giddy-headed with all the smoke and cocktails, i walked out to the porch to clear my head and to take a break from the incessant laughter and mindless chatter.
my vision was blinded by a pair of headlights that was coming up the driveway. shielding my eyes, i peered out and saw a pair of never-ending legs stepping out from, surprise surprise, an old beat up truck covered in dust and caked with mud.
A string of curses came out, audible even from where i was standing.
wearing a slinky red-hot number that hugs to every curve of her body, combined with her flowing auburn hair, she was a picture of elegance, yet at the same time, a she-devil that could kill you with a glance of her smothering green eyes.
slamming the truck door shut, she spoke angrily on the phone.
"you agreed to be here tonight!................You know how important this is to me!"
catching snippets of the conversation here and there, it was more than enough to make out what is going on. this is one hot woman i thought to myself.
she snapped off her phone with finality, without any goodbye or whatsoever. just a last "screw you" muttered. taking a moment to compose herself before starting on the steps heading to the house, i took my chance and walked towards her, offering my hand to help her.
staring at me with those eyes that could kill, she ignored my outstretched hand and walked up the steps without any help and into the house. yet, i was undeterred and followed her into the mansion.
once stepping into the house, the party was at full-flow. music was thumping away and everyone was just having a good time. nodding hi at the people i recognised, at the same time, i was searching for that redhead lady i just saw walking through the entrance. ....
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sighs, the end, i dont really feel like continuing it anymore. i was in a middle of a committee discussion about concert booklet and program book where i just started writing out the above. i have no idea why did i write it. but i do realise something. i would always write from a guy's point of view.
only once did i write from my point of view, im a girl by the way. to me that was more than enough because that moment only can happen once in a lifetime. what comes after that is another matter. whether it works out or not, no one can tell or predict. we can only do so much. if it is not, means it is not. we cant force anything. what i want doesnt mean it applies to what the other party wants.
sometimes i wished that i have more time.
i am getting so............
well, the only thing i have been doing is just sighing away.
im thinking too much arent i. im always worrying about what is going to happen next. i get so sick of myself.