I would just like to keep it to myself.
But the anticipation is killing me.
“Perfect match” what does it mean? I don’t know either. But my heart is going to explode with so much tension.
Does she mean what I think she mean?
Oh crap, I got to take this slow. Freaking out is really my thing.The last one had been terrible, lasted only a month or so.
The one before that, three months. She was way above my radar. She’s smart, funny and beautiful not to add an heiress to a building and construction empire. Plus she’s Chinese. So when she asked me to come and be introduced to her parents, yeah I chickened out.
I would like to say I freaked out, though. I felt she’s too smothering… I cannot breathe. But that was just me, being chicken I guess.
The same goes with the one before that and the one before, oh I lost count.
‘What is frickin’ wrong with me?’ I thought
I think I have a serious commitment issue, so I realized I need to take a step back and deconstruct and reconstruct myself. It’s almost a year now since I was last in a relationship. I dated a few but you know.
Then there she goes…
With her wit and her charm and her smile, frickin’ God, why do you so hate me?
She’s so out of my league and yet, subtle hints like “we’re perfect match”, or “hinihintay nya lang ako” would be thrown my way.
What’s her ploy? I dunno. Or is there any ploy at all? Maybe I am just assuming
What’s my plan? Nada, zilch, nothing, wala.
I just want to take things slow. If this is something, let it blossom into something. I would not like her or me to freak out.
I want this to be perfect.
I want this to be beautiful. So no rush. Just let it be.
If we’re supposed to be together, yeah we will be. I just don’t want to pre-empt things.
But hell, I am dying of anticipation.
