"Really? I thought I just uploaded a poem", I uploaded one that evening before dinner, an old one from a precious file in my laptop. I don't know what does he mean by that actually. Like, man, it was only five hours ago. He said it like I haven't been blogging for years.
"It was two weeks ago", he reminded me.
Two weeks? Wait, wait a minute...
"Oh, is it? It was 'Near To 60' right?" , Ah, I get it. He was actually asking on why I didn't blog about him. First, it was the fuss of trials that couldn't give me the time to rush to the next block for any Internet connection. Second, we have been talking almost everyday about our papers, so I am afraid if it will appeal to him as too clingy ( well, I actually am now but-just because...just because.) but it doesn't change the fact that I miss him and our long conversations past midnight where we can freely talk about everything.
" Yeah. And what does that 60 mean?", this curious guy. He knows all metaphors underneath my titles.
"I don't know. Guess.", I said cheekily, trying to drag him around. Let's see how fast a guy thinks. They say that guys never know what girls mean when they say things, so let this be my experiment.
"60 days of us knowing each other?"
Oh. My. Boat. Noodle. Chicken. Wings. He striked it again. He, striked me again. He has never failed to make me feel amused. He knows what is going on in my mind everytime. I think that I am the most observant person in the world but after I met him, hands down. The king of precision has arrived.
" What day is it now?"
"I don't know, I just roughly count" The only way I counted the days is when the calendar says 28, I should call it a month. A month has approximately 30 days. We started talking at May. Wait, whoa, what? June, July, August...it isn't two months! It has been three months since we know each other! Three freaking months already?! Time escalates super fast these days, but I'm up for the ride with this one everytime. So come three, thirty, three hundred, and even three thousand months, I'll still be here like Day 1.
" You haven't answered me", he emphasized.
"Well, we talk everyday, right? You can just DM me and you know that, don't you?"
"It was different"
I was drop dead.
"I saw your latest Tweet"
Now, he totally gave me goosebumps on that one.
"About what? You know that I like to randomly rant on Twitter",
"Well, about the question thing."
"Oh", I knew what I tweeted. Yes, I was indirecting it to him because I know he won't let it slip away. Yes, he realized that Tweet. Now, I was left speechless. I am so confusing. I want him to know things but I always procastinate on doing that. The desicions are like plucking petals of a flower, 'Tell him, not tell him. Tell him, not tell him', aish, this game won't end seriously.
"What do you want to ask?"
A lot actually. One, why did he change his Instagram profile picture? I loved the previous one in the black shirt at his school compound, or the one when he wore a red shirt during Eid because that colour suits him. Two, number two is..
"Maybe not now"
"Okay."
Maybe not now, maybe later is not a good idea either. I have been asking this grand question to myself all the time, thinking if it is worth it to gamble on this charade. I don't want to shatter us down. Don't make me choose between his infectious laugh over anything, you'll lose horribly.
At the end of the conversation,
"Will you please be a gentleman?", I said sheepishly.
"What do you mean by that?"
"If you miss me, just say that you miss me. You don't have to ask me to call and whatnot", I added with a laugh.
"No, I don't, I'm cool here. Besides, you didn't call me last week", he said, keeping his cool shades emoji on.
"Hah, who's talking about calling here? Ish, just say that you miss me lah"
"Eh...um...dah lah, no comment!"
Such a qt.
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