I still prefer to call him 'my-someone-with-the-goddamn-beautiful-eyes'

03/29/2009-03/30/2009
Sunday-Monday

Correct me if I'm wrong; I wrote about getting my head kicked real hard the last time I got drunk so I decided to just sleep during my vacation instead of having my hand wrapped around a bottle of beer. Hmm, I did wrote that, didn't I? Well, fuck that. This is my only time to go out again and get wasted so I have to make the most out of it.

Sunday morning: My gramma and I went to the vet to have my Damien vaccinated. I have no choice but be with my gramma since he did a no-show on me again. I asked him, a few days ago, to come with me when I bring my pup to the vet,but as I expected, he was nowhere to be found. I was mad and disappointed because obviously he forgot or maybe he has other things to do.

Sunday afternoon: My madness and disappointment made it hard for me to sleep in the afternoon. He's not sending me a message or anything and I'm frustrated. I want to see him. I want to be with him. The cure for this? BOOZE.

Booze,that's what I need. With that in mind, I grabbed my cellphone and searched through the many contacts I have, thinking who's always ready when I said I'll treat a few beers. I came across Chitz's number, my bestbud whom I haven't seen in a longtime. I sent a very brief message inviting him out for a drink in Nova Stop,a drinking hotspot outside Robisons. As I expected, he's up for it, told me to text him the time and place and he'll be there. Smiling, I typed, "Tonight 7pm, wait for me at Odyssey, you know it, pards. See you".

Sunday 5pm: I managed a 1 hour sleep. I was getting ready to take a bath when my cellphone beeped. Surprise, he did text me, telling me he wants to see me, apologizing because he was in Batangas earlier and now he's back so he can meet up with me. I said a very loud 'Humph' as I replied that I have plans tonight but he can join me on my way to Robinson to which he instantly agreed. Gee, what can I say? I always get what I want.

Sunday night: Things turned out perfect. I asked him to join us since Pards didn't invite anyone with him. He did. I was happy and contented as we talked, drink and smoked, well Pards and I did, he don't smoke, good for him.

Monday 01:45am: Pards went home. I was left with him, my head spinning wildly to a rhythm of relentless drumbeat. God, I was drunk but I can see his perfect face clearly. I remember every word he said yet I was too full of him to remember my own words. He said that I'm confusing him and he don't know what I'm thinking. He don't know what else to do to make me believe in him. He said he love me over and over. He didn't know and what I didn't tell him is that eversince he first said it, I believed in him. I just wanted some proof. I just wanted to know that if I fall completely for him, he will cherish me. All I needed is assurance because deep down, beyond the depths of my iron facade, I'm afraid.

Monday early morning: I never wanna go home and part from him. We spent all night talking and I eventually told him that I feel the same way for him. He held me close and while he did, I closed my eyes and savored in his sweet scent. I can't remember the last time I ever felt this perfect.

I've fallen for him. I hope, just like I always did before, that this time it's for good.

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 6:27 PM