August 13, 2012
It was a hot day and my second month in the UAE. I lain down and thought of something to do for the remaining time of that day. I decided to go along with my roommate to the mall. But before I could pull off the entire idea, one face had sprung inside my head. She was fine, not really that jaw-dropping stunner you saw on TV. What made me think of her that day was the way she carried herself. She moved with grace and elegance—characteristics I rarely saw on women whom I knew.
I opened my facebook page and waited for my fiancée to come online. It felt awkward to feel such way toward another woman, knowing I had a girlfriend already. I tried to ponder why I was feeling guilty when, in the first place, I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was just unintentionally thinking of another woman. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t had that rare beauty deep enough not to be fathomed. She, however, just managed to pull something off my chest that very day and made me think about her as “super cool.”
From there onward, I wasn’t really able to concentrate on the chores I was doing. I kept thinking of her. The way she made me feel was something I couldn’t really decipher, the way she made me look like a retarded was a stuff I couldn’t really fix and the way she made me choke with my own words is a mess I couldn’t really help. I was so hands up to her aura. I had the strange feeling I would be breaking my neck on the next few days whenever she would enter the office—which I really feared as my health card didn’t really cover much.
She was close but I knew she would be forever a sight away from me. Maybe, one day I would be able to shorten that distance between us one way or the other. That was all I could reminisce for that day.
It was a hot day and my second month in the UAE. I lain down and thought of something to do for the remaining time of that day. I decided to go along with my roommate to the mall. But before I could pull off the entire idea, one face had sprung inside my head. She was fine, not really that jaw-dropping stunner you saw on TV. What made me think of her that day was the way she carried herself. She moved with grace and elegance—characteristics I rarely saw on women whom I knew.
I opened my facebook page and waited for my fiancée to come online. It felt awkward to feel such way toward another woman, knowing I had a girlfriend already. I tried to ponder why I was feeling guilty when, in the first place, I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was just unintentionally thinking of another woman. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t had that rare beauty deep enough not to be fathomed. She, however, just managed to pull something off my chest that very day and made me think about her as “super cool.”
From there onward, I wasn’t really able to concentrate on the chores I was doing. I kept thinking of her. The way she made me feel was something I couldn’t really decipher, the way she made me look like a retarded was a stuff I couldn’t really fix and the way she made me choke with my own words is a mess I couldn’t really help. I was so hands up to her aura. I had the strange feeling I would be breaking my neck on the next few days whenever she would enter the office—which I really feared as my health card didn’t really cover much.
She was close but I knew she would be forever a sight away from me. Maybe, one day I would be able to shorten that distance between us one way or the other. That was all I could reminisce for that day.
