So I asked you one night;
“How would you know if someone really is interested with you?”
“What do you mean ‘interested’”?
“You know... ‘Interested’”.
“..pag pinapansin ka nya.”- an answer I find too shallow coming from someone whose mind is brilliant with thoughts and ideas.
"Well, pinapansin ka ng friends mo. How would you know that there’s more to it?”
“..hmm...” you segue, trailed off, and once again became preoccupied in your different world.
Such simple question yet you failed to answer. And I know that you know what answer I wanted to hear. That we both know what each other meant. Yet you doubted to give it a shot for you were afraid with the argument I could throw back at you.
Such phrase kept on reverberating on my head as I feel your skin on mine. Like the other open ended phrases you uttered to me before. I let myself take the risk of being stung by the poison I’ve tasted in your lips. And what I used to perceive as the sweetest touch turned out to be the coldest nudge with all the uncertainty you left inside me.
And I was afraid that I still loved every single bit of it. And your inexistence creates a palpable hollowness inside me... That I am missing something. My day isn’t complete without a pinch of you in it. And I’m afraid that I might get used to such absence; that it could lead to forgetfulness. I don’t want that.
I like you. And it may seem as stating the obvious, I really do. And I’m not asking you to utter the same like I did. But I hope you have the same courage to make me feel that I am wanted. More than those tight hugs and kisses. More than those cuddles and tickles. At least give me something more tangible reason to grab on.
For once, tell me if you want me to stay. Labels: heart, relationship