Maybe I was wrong for one thing: it's still not easy to bump into my ex after our unthinkable break up. I thought after that very confusing night when we split up that I'll be bumping into him (of course, because we're from the same course), my chin high, acting as normal as ever. But no (strike one), whenever I see him (every where, literally), I don't know what kind of stiffening thing got into me that my eyes block any other object near him, making me feel like an idiot. He looks back, of course, much more of a pretense that he didn't see me,and then walks away - just like that. Why do we have to end up like this? We could be friends again if we only worked it out. But I actually liked the fact that I didn't have to see him before, but now I see him every now and that just makes things worse.
It'll be easier for me if he starts dating again, but no (strike two), he hasn't after all this time! It's been almost a year since we broke up and goodness, he's not that bad..how many girls are there in the whole IIU that he hasn't gone out with any of them? He can't probably be still waiting for me, that would be the being bullshit on earth. He's the one who lost faith in our not even close to blossoming past - just remembering these things makes me sick. I mean, seriously, we were best friends, I should have seen it coming that after the innocent hanging outs that eventually, he would ask me out as a date. I could have said I don't wanna go, but no (strike three), I went. ARGH. See how weak women could be? Then he said, situated in a park bench by the lake, that he really likes me. Likes. It's not even love. But I was surprised I was totally flattered, like I've been waiting for him to it say all along. And then...then...just when I was atop of my girlish fantasies, when I felt that I actually love him, we broke up after 2 months. I didn't even know if I was dumped or I dumped him. I was all a blur and all I know is that I don't want anything to do with him.
And now, he was passing by the library lobby when I was entering the reading section that I got alert of his presence suddenly. Thank God he didn't see me. But why can't I act normal? Why do I have to hide? It's getting into my nerves, really.
I went out of the library after some reading, finding Bakyt and his friend whose name I can't really pronounce. I was thinking if I should say hi, but I need not to because he just waved at me, calling me to join them. I haven't seen Bakyt for a while after we went out last time to catch Alice in Wonderland, which everyone thought was a date. But no (strike four), he's just a friend to me since we were in Nilai. He makes me feels better without being worried about attraction. I was never attracted to him, ok, I was a little but he was so adorable; I just can't like him that way. Anyways, we talked and talked, catching up with each other, laughing at silly things. I was laughing so hard, when Mashori came out of no where calling my name. Suddenly, I was choking or was I going to hyperventilate, I couldn't tell.
Anyways, he said he came out from the lib and he thought he saw me. Aaawwkkkwwaaarrddd. Ok, so yeah, how am I supposed to reply to that.. "yeah, you did see me..?" NO, of course not. So I just nodded. He asked me how I was like he didn't creepily held my hand at the cinema that time we watched the most boring movie of the season - I'm sorry but Confucius was so not the movie I would go out for. I mean, why did he hold my hand in the first place? He didn't call or text and then, taadah! He's in front of me, asking my well being. Wow, magical how guys could be so confusing.
I said I was fine politely, since this is how it's gonna be, better just play along with this shit. And did I just see him putting his right hand at back head? (Body Language 101: it means he's nervous) He's nervous? My ass. Save the nerve, buddy, I hate confusing guys. I introduced Bakyt and his friend, and I guess he can't bear the awkwardness too that he left right after that. "Take care of yourself, Olfa," he said nodding. Pppfffttt. Annoying.
Snap back to reality: I turned to Bakyt, mimicking my Tagalog convo with Mashori just now like a dying frog, and I burst out laughing again. At least I have Bakyt to balance things for me.
