6:21:07
Just like my happiness that night, you felt so near... yet remained so far...
Last Sunday evening, I had a long chat with him, father. You know who I am talking about. Him. The guy I really liked. I got his phone number a long time ago and I had been calling him from time to time ever since.
It’s been about 1 month since I last spoke to him, and since last week, something had constantly nudged me to get the phone and call him. I did what instinct told me to do, and called him.
After the casual “Hello’s” and “How are you’s?”, the topic kept revolving on my work and his quest for his perfect job. He still hasn’t got one, after all these months. He’s applied to every company he is fascinated with, and almost all of them gave a negative reply. He still doesn’t have a job, and he isn’t expecting any either, so he’s back to his job search once more.
He did not talk of anything else but work, work, work.
It really bored me, father. Especially since I’m interested in what he’s been doing besides looking for a job. I kept on steering the conversation away from it, but it seems that it was the only thing he could talk about.
Yesterday, though, I had another strange experience.
It was a hazy half moon last night, and my emotions were as hazy as the moon. All throughout the day, it bothered me that it was already June 21. it felt that I forgot to do something, or that I missed someone’s birthday. And all the while my thoughts would end up back to one person. Him.
When I looked up to the moon, I thought of him, and it makes me wonder if he ever thought of me the same way. He knows how fascinated I am with the moon and the stars, and I had shared hundreds of starry nights with him. I was the one who told him the story of the Three Kings, a.k.a Orion’s Belt, about the Ursa Minor, the easiest constellation to spot. We both spotted what I named were “Twin Stars”, since they were two stars placed so close together, there is barely a space between the two of them. (Nowadays I don’t see Twin Stars anymore.)
My heart skips a beat as I mesmerize at the half moon, thinking back to the starry nights we shared and the moonlit paths we walked on. It seems that though I vowed to forget and finally get over him, it will be as hard as taking the stars from the sky.
