today i want to be cheesy. I want to sound corny. I want to be that stupid airhead who falls head-over-heel at some guy who doesn’t even take notice of her. I want to be that girl, who couldn’t care less if the guy she adores already with someone else.
He’s such a perfect creatures from God. Good looks, perfect gentleman, hardworking. I can spend whole night typing about all the positive things i see in him. And its a never-ending list, for i can only describe him with the best. He’s such a torture.
I still remember the very first time i met him. I was introduced to that place as the ‘new girl’ who will join later. So that meeting was rather a short one, which i wasn’t even supposed to take notice of anyone or anything. In fact i didn’t remember anyone i was introduces to that day, except for him. That one remarkably handsome person who sits near the entrance door. (No, of course he’s not the receptionist! That office has a weird seating location i would say. But anyhow.)
It’s not that because of where he was sitting that caused me to remember him. I was, to put it nicely, drawn towards him in a way i could not explain. On impulse, i shake hands with him, which truly rather inappropriate in our situation (and he was shocked, i remember!), but it was too late for me to back out when i realized my action. Trust me, to this day, i am still so embarrass by that moment.
I remember dreading my time to join that department. The only thing i was looking forward was to be his colleague. To work near him. To know him.
Then the day finally came, and it has been 5 months since i joined this department. Did we became close friend? Did he now my boyfriend? ha-ha I wish. We were rather casual I would say, with few words exchanged, questions, answers – that sort of things you do with your officemate. And he’s such a higher level, and EVERYBODY’s favourite. I can’t just whisk him away and be my doll.
And he was also hugely rumoured as having feeling towards his bestfriend. A woman. A married woman. An easy-going, another everybody’s favourite girl whom i guess just get along so well with him that made him so hooked on her. Urghhh…I wish to be that lucky lady.
Whenever I see him, my heart literally skip a beat. When he talks to me, I became the stupidest person on earth, not knowing what's best to say, or trying too hard to calm myself and refrain from flipping out. Whenever I hear his voice, it sounded like the best song I've ever listened to.
And when he walk by my table, i swear my brain+heart starts to play the song from Bangles, you know…one that goes like this,
“…close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
do you feel my heart beating,
do you understand,
do you feel the same,
or am i only dreaming,
this is burning, and eternal flame…”
Well, if only he’s mine.
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