I don't know if she's into me. We've only talked a few times. She does return my calls. I know that's being nice but I keep hoping for more. After all, she was the one who came up to me. There has to be something she sees in me that no other girl so far has seen.
And that makes me wonder. It's been on my mind these past few days. What is it that made her approach me, besides the fact that my story was "touching"? Would things have been different if I chose not to tell that story? I don't know myself. I give myself the possible scenarios and I'm just not so sure about it. I've been single for six months, which is half a year and I've finally moved on from my past relationship. But when I think I'm free from all worries, life snaps me back into the vortex of interest and attraction. It was hard getting over my first real love, it really set me back quite a number. Now I'm cautious of what may and can happen. I'm playing my cards carefully. Fate does not deal me a cruel hand, I deal the cards myself. I know not what can be possible and impossible. Just when my detachment from love sprouted its first roots, it is ripped out by force. Can the timing be anymore perfect?
The things called love are just...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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