Friday, May 1, 2009

M.

We were at a coffee shop along Boni Ave., our favorite place. It used to be our favorite place. I am not really in the mood for coffee, but you were very insistent. A frap isn't that bad, I joked.

How are you, I asked.

Fine.

Just fine?

Then I looked at you in the eyes, and I knew right then.

You're not inlove anymore, are you?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I don't know.

Okay.

Okay.

So what now?, I asked.

I don't know.

Okay.

Okay, you said. Then you looked away.

And that was it. Sometimes people fall out of love because they have found someone new to fall inlove with. Sometimes, they get tired of being the only one who loves. And sometimes, they just do. It's the hardest because you can't do anything about it.

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