Taxi Rides

Every time I ride a taxi alone, I remember that night. The night you clutched my arm and rested your head on my shoulder. The night your soft, God-carved fingers locked into mine. The night when the sweet fragrance of your ebony black hair was an aphrodisiac; I was addicted and drunk. The night I kissed your forehead multiple times whilst looking at your lips.... longing for the day when I would be allowed to raise your chin and press mine into yours. Longing perhaps, to hear the words I would say before bidding goodbye. Longing....to hold your hand while we walked the same path in life. To see you smile... to see euphoria etched in your angelic facade, to see your eyes look into my own the same way I looked into yours.... it was all I ever dreamed of. To hear our hearts beat in unison, like a thousand horsemen in full gallop.

Fate had decided but you had other plans. Mutual love between us was never possible. Though unrequited, I was truly happy...blinded perhaps, but happy.

It is done

The die is cast
The future has a new foundation
While the past is a euphoric memory

Hoping to be forgotten.

The transcendence of what we once had
Would send thousands into a frenzy

Love sought, promises broken 

All led to me looking back.

To pursue what we once had
Will be another fruitless undertaking

Will madness or stupidity prevail?
Or will a divine light intervene?

The clock ticked as we held hands

Mindlessly ignorant of our fate

A fate you decided

A fate I never hoped to endure.

In times of bliss, you were the cause

In times of sorrow, you weren't there

I wish I could have done more

Too late, the thing I dread had come to pass.

You will no longer see at my lowest

Nor will you see me at my best

I have come to realize that I was a fool

A fool that fell for someone far away from me

I will not part with you with feelings of contempt

But with a heavy heart, please remember that I loved you

And promise that you'll be happy

And that you'll make the right choices life gave you.

I love you, Kez.

A Summary of a Weird Guy's Female Interaction in College

This is a summary (a pretty long one) of a guy who we will call, Vance. Yes, he's weird, not because of his interests, but because of the wide assortment of it which includes anime, video games, sports, current events, history, literature, tanks, guns, wars, movies and well, classical music to name a few. He's also socially awkward, especially when it comes to girls, or in this case, women. You see, he's never ever been in a serious relationship before.

He's kind of conceited, considering himself as intellectually superior compared to most people. Though he isn't arrogant, some consider him to be. If he shows flashes of it, then it isn't intentional.

 

In this entry we're not going to name names, we're going to use code names. (If you think your description fits the persons involved, don't go all gangsta on me)

The moment he stepped in college, he had semi-bald hair and he didn't know anyone in his class. There were about a ton of girls and only a handful of biological and thankfully psychological males in his class. It was awkward. He was awkward. His silence and nonchalant expression showed it. Anyway, we will call the first girl that got his attention "Pi". She was an absolute beauty. No man could ever gaze upon that facade of hers and not stare for at least 10 seconds. Her jet-black hair shone like diamonds struck by the sunlight, her skin milky white and free of worldly, ummm, ahhh, whatever, makinis. Vance even managed to sit beside her in one of the classes and he was like an expressionless marble statue unable to find the words to express his bewilderment. Things took a wrong turn however, when she started showing symptoms of being "suplada". And plus, her teeth aren't really straight. And well, being a gold digger is a turn off.

Next, a girl let's call "Curls". She greeted Vance every class and sat near to him everyday. As her name suggested, she had curly hair. She was an awesome dancer too. She's someone most guys would die to have but Vance didn't give a damn about it. His tactlessness at that time cost him heavily. As one classmate told him, she was into him in the first few weeks.

Biology class. This started the long, winding road that will ultimately lead to nowhere. The road itself was hell. There were no detours or other pathways, just impediments on the side of the road, prowling. The road hasn't reached a dead end yet, but I assume that the end is in sight and it will be ugly. Anyway, the next girl that got his attention is a certified intellectual giant with a voice that made him fall for her. He did not see her but the voice mesmerized and haunted his nights. He had to see her. Her had to. After he did, he came upon a short, not his legal definition of hot, fair-skinned girl with medium length hair. But her eyes pierced through the foundations of his conscience and made him want to kick Cupid for shooting him down mercilessly. She spoke in front of class again. Her voice. Oh her voice. Days after, he was chilling in front of the college building when she went up and talked to him. He couldn't stop blinking. It was a surreal moment. Emotions drained from his soul and he couldn't think. Words flowed out of his mouth without the consent of his effed up brain. He was in love with her, and it stayed that way for years. He was taken aback when she said she never read any Harry Potter book (seriously, you love fiction but never read them?). She loved mythology. She asked Vance what his favorite story was and he replied "Cupid and Psyche". It was her favorite too. 

After he went home that night, he couldn't help but smack himself. He'd finally found someone he actually liked. And plus, he had gotten the cellphone number of the girl we'll call Anna.

Part two will be posted soon. I swear.