The fatalist

My words rehearsed

Heck, even my thoughts are rehearsed

Since everything is planned out, can I know what's in store for me?

Errrrr.....

Uncertainty is exciting

Me: It defeats the purpose of confession all together doesn't it?

Michael: What?

Me: "I am not worthy to receive you, but I only say the word and I shall be healed.."

-Long Pause-

Me: What is the word anyway? The Gospel, the readings? The Psalm? 'The word'

Michael: : "I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know! How could I??"

Me: Oh stop quoting Gusteau. I guess it shall remain unknown for now. Uncertainty is sort of exciting.

-into sleep

He said he would call.

I told him he needn't (softly, hoping he didn't hear)

Yet I waited..and waited..why am I acting like the gaggly 16 year old I was once, living off the hand of a mere mortal human..and waited..it's not like I'm falling for him, well I think it's mutual, ugh..who am I kidding? Everytime I speculate it mostly turns out wrong, well even he said that I speculate too much.. and waited. Crap, now I'm letting him influence my thought, wasn't I supposed to get rid of that stupid habit of mine; to get deeply involved in what others say about me?.. now now, this is not smart of you at all. THINK. You can't expect him to call you everyday now, he's working, yes, but hour-long calls cost a bomb, you know that! YOU just finished RM22 talking to a stranger (I prefer to call that a new perspective), and you definately don't want to breach the line of desperate! And how, maybe...he did listen.

He apologized the next day,

...I forgave him almost immediately.

I'm turning soft..sigh