I thought I had set myself free from the stubborn mind set after the fruitless confession 2 months ago. Simply by indulging myself more spontaneously in my connection with girls and did not text the particular her anymore. However, one single text message by her which is totally unexpected could bind myself back to the thinking back then before I confess.
A message asking for car-pooling which is so common in a normal friendship but it is enough to set my heart in a burning status as I’m no longer living near by her. It may sound ridiculous to go all the way from SP to KU but it’s simply irresistible as I do wish she can be on the passenger seat once again. At last, I agree to fetch her without exposing my living location yet (as she still thinks that I lived in KU).
I reached her place in the expected time (using my dad’s P.Wira) and there she is, on the passenger seat once again. Fortunate enough that the incident I fear the most(which is the total silence in the whole journey) did not happen this time. I’m happy that we get to chat (like friends did) in the whole journey and from this point, I assumed that both of us has changed. Maybe is due to our last meet up in front of her house where both of us agree that being normal friend is better, and it’s happening.
During the party, I laughed, she laughed, everyone laughed. I feel the friendship among us. After the party and sending her home, conversations still on. But in the end, I have to tell her that I no longer living near by and will hardly have the chance for her to carpool me again. However if she really needs help, there will be no excuse for me not to be there as a friend. Bit farewell to her after sending her home safe and sound.
Such happening do fantasized myself a little that I still stand a chance. I’ve been thought about it whole night how wonderful it could be if she really happen to be my girl. What if I confess to her again? So I texted her in the next day, pathetic enough that there’s no reply from her until now. I guess it’s time for me to get back to the reality that “She is not the one”.
Tsk tsk tsk…
