Saturday, July 24, 2004
He Being Late
"I hate it when people are late."
That's what I remember. Your face, your expression, your tone.
Somehow, I remember every word you said.
I remember we talked to each other on a saturday. The last day of that I could do something about Us.. Til this day, I still wonder how things will be if I hadn't went to talk to you.
I remember it was the next day we went out. And so it started. Every Sunday. Rain or Shine. Early or Late. Before or after you do your laundry.
One thirty at the bus terminal. I wasn't late. It mattered too much.
But I ended up waiting for twenty minutes. It didn't matter too. As long as you are here.
Somehow, whenever we go out. I always have to wait for you. But how do I tell you that it doesn't matter. Because you are here.
Because you are here.
That's what I remember. Your face, your expression, your tone.
Somehow, I remember every word you said.
I remember we talked to each other on a saturday. The last day of that I could do something about Us.. Til this day, I still wonder how things will be if I hadn't went to talk to you.
I remember it was the next day we went out. And so it started. Every Sunday. Rain or Shine. Early or Late. Before or after you do your laundry.
One thirty at the bus terminal. I wasn't late. It mattered too much.
But I ended up waiting for twenty minutes. It didn't matter too. As long as you are here.
Somehow, whenever we go out. I always have to wait for you. But how do I tell you that it doesn't matter. Because you are here.
Because you are here.
