ironic part deux (III)

sorry for the delay.

me being in a state of busy-ness, and confusion isn’t helping.

well, let’s just continue with our recollection from the last entry. I’ve receive e-mails bout this guy from my past. My dear friends….he’s not GAY!!!

okay, where was I? Oh yes, he was askin bout his ring.

well, here goes. the truth is: when i was going steady with Azim, we made a deal (on paper in fact!), that I would not wear the damn ring as long as we’re together. Thats exactly where it is. Still in my drawer, in my office. In the jewellery box. Nicely tugged in for eternity.

But, how the heck am I suppose to tell this -handsome-rugged-yet-still-single guy before me that I still kept his ring in my drawer? Will he ask for me to return it? I mean, c’mon! HE’s rich now, he could afford to buy a new BIGGER ring for the next woman to come into his life. For the RIGHT. ONE.

But then again, what if I told him that I’d threw it off? Or pawned it? Or lost it? Would he thought that I am such a bitch he actually dated? WHAAA -??!!! Seriously, that made my head spin!

He probably saw me grimacing at myself. My face show it all. I’m not good in hiding what I feel. It suxs. I was thinking so hard. It made my brain electrocuted.

R     : Just tell me the truth. I won’t get mad.

Here’s the truth about the truth. IT HURTS. So, we lie.

ME  : (sighin softly) I think I lost it.

R    : (stared at me with his poker face again. Slowly smile) IT’s okay. Never thought you might keep it anyway.

ME  : (BUT I DID!!!) Hmm. I’m such a bad person, huh?

I started to turn n leave the room. But he grabbed me….

R   : (after a long pause, I too, gazed into his eyes) Are you happy?

OH CRIPES! WTF? Why was he suddenly asking me that question? The only question that cramped my head after our last accidental meeting.

Me  : Would it matter to you?

R    : Why wouldn’t it matter?

Me : ’cause I’m married. D’uh!

R   : (silent for a moment. Just keep staring at me.)

Me : (starting to loose it) I’m sorry for whatever I’ve caused you. I remember everything. You taught me so much about relationship. About..guys. About…love. Passion. I’m sorry for…(I took a deep breath)…breakin your heart. 

When he was still quiet, I decided to say g’bye to his lil sister (who happened to be standing there with her wide eyes), and headed down.

W followed me down, and stand by the door, as I put on my skanky shoes. I smiled at  her and said my thanks for their hospitality.  Outside the gate I turned to face the door again, I saw a glimpse of his sweet tortured face at the door.

Oh man! He was so handsome. His perfect feature. His lips. His eyes. HIS SMELL. Urgh!

So, I decided to tell him the truth. And shouted: FYI, I lied. I still have your ring.

And I left.

There goes the perfect closure.