Brown.
Brown is the color of the earth in which the plants grow, flowers bloom and creepy-crawlies live. It’s almost synonymous to life.
But for me, brown symbolizes drought. Dryness. And, yes. Death.
I’m wearing brown again. And it’s just one day before Valentines’ Day.
This morning, I just found out what my friends did last night. I did not join them at the Fair last night because I had assignments to do, and besides, I wanted to go to the Open House tonight. I had to choose between Thursday and Friday.
I should have chosen Thursday.
Last night, I was full of regrets. I didn’t know why. No, I know why. I should’ve went out with my friends last night because I knew he was there. And he has a new “friend” in tow.
I should’ve went there. I should’ve risked it.
So that I won’t experience this.
Crap. Crap is brown.
Bitter.
Here I am again, spending my freetime in front of a PC, waiting for him to go online (yeah, right, fat chance). But he has a class right now.
Last Sunday, he told me that he wanted to talk to me. He wanted to talk with me. He wanted to say things to me.
I saw him after our class last Tuesday. He saw me, too.
He didnt approah me before our class last Wednesday.
He sat next to me during our class yesterday.
He had dinner with my friends last night. And he ‘introduced’ his new ‘friend to them.
I don’t want to see him today.
Battle
I was on my way to my PE class this morning when I noticed that there were vendors along the sidewalk near the UP gate. Roses, balloons and stuffed tooys were scattered there. I don’t know how Valentines’ day is like in Elbi; now I do. It’s just like any other Valentines’ day in any other part of the world. Commercialized.
I’m dying to reload my phone.
But I’ll be firm, and I won’t reload.
I’m afraid that, if I do reload, I might text him. I don’t want to text him. I’m dying to text him. How is this possible at the same time?
This is stupid. I’m fighting a losing battle against myself.
But I won’t make contact. I promise.
So help me, God.
B
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