Tuesday, 11:46PM
At this moment and in this time of day, i could be talking to you. I could go hours and hours on the phone just talking to you about life, school, house chores and friends. We could play a little game on the phone, you asked me what was 1 + 1? I said, of course it’s 2 and you went like ‘no.’ I said why no? You said no, it’s just that the answer isn’t logical but its funny. You told me the answer and from the other end of the call, i made a face. It wasn’t funny, it was very lame. Actually, too lame that i didn’t even laugh, or chuckle. I just kind of snort and go like, pffftttt why did i even try to guess the answer.
It was a cold night. Starts lit up the sky and a cold breeze rushed to my neck, sending me shivers. Yet, i enjoyed talking on the phone with you. It was sort of a moment where i could just be close to you. Far yet close, you know. That kind of intimacy that doesn’t need any physical presence. And you feel so close to each other. For that, i was thankful that i could at least talk and hear your voice on the phone. It made days even bearable. I love phone chatting.
And tonight will be the night that i would ask myself, if ever you feel that phone chatting with me is as meaningful as how i feel.
On a side note, i thank Allah for giving me strength and determination to move forward. Every passing day, school becomes even more enjoyable and i look forward for tutorials. I will make friends with all my professors. And i will be close to God to ensure i’ll be sane and succeed.
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