- I think nobody reads this space. Good. Now I can vent.
Have not put finger to keyboard in ages for reasons other than work, or Facebook. Nothing done in private but yet inner expression is such a lost art on me these days.
Suddenly I feel I need to try, because telling it to others in third party narratives does no justice to that epic moment you put me through.
You were a fabulous holder of my undivided attention for a marathon 12-hours. How in the world that is possible, I do not know but you've proven a first. In the hours from 6pm to 6am, the only times my thoughts deviated from our words, your eyes, your chuckle was when I had nature's call to heed, or a song to 'shazam'. Music, one of the few loves of my life that are hard to push off its pedestal.
I barely poked at my food. And I knew cos I felt hungry, quickly, much much later. Then I realised how little I ate, how food became not even a secondary, in fact, minor concern.When most times, gatherings is just an excuse for me to binge. You finished your fries, I ate a third of my burger, left most of my fries. Your musings I devoured instead.
I didn't even realise they were closing, until chairs were stacked upon other tables. And then we proceeded to leave but it did not feel like leaving but more like turning a page - where to next? What happens? I felt like the night just started even though it's already been 5 hours.
So we ambled around, hop-skotched over roaches, started a conversation on that insect for a good one hour. I swear we talked about cockroaches for 1 hour. But our 12-hour conversation felt like one beautiful, continuous moment to me. And I have to thank a certain hotel for having an all-day bar which doesn't chase patrons out, so that we can lounge on colonial chairs and stare up Peranakan ceilings while I learnt new methods of questioning.
You are so unlike my 'type'. And so random a chance encounter. I had already regretted going for this after-party which wasn't that much of a party and it was too noisy inside to talk. So I sat outside on a 3-bencher while my lovebird friends made out and I shone like a big-ass light bulb. How casual and accidental our introduction by a mutual friend. An 'oh hey, meet Elsa' whilst you were strolling by. I shook hands and then came the only worthy conversation of the night. I am enraptured with the USA, with the life-changing experiences I had there, and anyone else who has traveled in that dreamland country is someone I could easily connect with. For some reason, you ended it with let's go for coffee. Truth be told I thought ours was a one-hit wonder conversation only, to be followed with polite Singaporean goodbyes. But I guess you were friendly enough (as your sheer cult of personality belies), or maybe, intrigued enough, to want to hang out some more. But I'm glad you offered, and you intrigued me anyway.
That coffee didn't materialise until weeks later when I added you on Facebook. Even though our introduction was a by-the-way conversation, I recalled how much I enjoyed it and I did, would, like to meet you again. I really didn't think much further than that. At least on the conscious level, you were just an interesting person to talk to. So we first met for drinks instead and from the moment you sat down, I don't know why but then I already wanted to kiss you. It doesn't help that you have these - piercing - set of eyes. Everytime I held your gaze, I swear if you looked hard enough you would see infatuation written all over my non-poker face. As infatuations go, they are usually built on an 'idea' of someone, not reality. But fabrication, perception, illusion, delusion, hope-springs-eternal. Maybe mine will be shattered when we next meet but noo, our next meeting lasted an epic 12 hours in which we did nothing but talked. In which, for one of the rare few moments in my life, I was present in every single second of it. How you could command my attention, and not bore me was an amazing feat of ... chemistry? It was intense.
I have looked back on that night, questioning, whether perhaps this connection was only in my head. i.e. wasn't real but imagined. But the way it flowed and never ceased to ebb and I swore if you pushed the kaya toast suggestion just that little bit I would have gladly gone from evening coffee to mid-night beer to sunrise breakfast with you. I didn't feel tired at all. But you had to be, since you were awake much earlier than me. Still, the fact you lasted this epic sequence, the fact you stayed... must meant that my company was more important than your rest? Could I be wrong in this regard. I can't tell what you think of me, really.
After that day, I wanted nothing more than to talk to you again. But just as enthusiastic as you were in real life, you were much colder online. I couldn't fathom why, or maybe you just weren't the 'texting' kind. To be frank, neither am I. So I tried to hang out with you again, only to find out that you were busy both times. Just my luck I guess.
Just my luck too, that you had recently broken up. Probably not in the mood for someone else.
My friends tell me I would be great at this - relationship thing. That I would one day find somone because of a,b,c talents/strengths/good points, what-have-yous. But I say this, who you are means nothing when it comes to love. Nothing.
Love is just luck and timing. And I have neither. Maybe this is another fine exemplary incident. Another what-ifs, could-haves in alternate universes. But I only have my current reality and all its uncertainties to content with and no point comparing otherwise. So I would still give this my all, maybe try again for a third bat before the 3-strikes rule. If it doesn't work out. *shrugs* No difference from my histories, same shit everyday. Same story of unrequited love.
At least maybe, I'll have that all-nighter as a memory. At least for that one night, it felt like I had a companion in someone. And perhaps life is this - made up of fleeting moments you try to grasp like water and hold on to forever. But it's only in memory, that it lasts forever. Even if I'll never get the full taste of what love, or being with you, could be like.
elsa | 1:18 PM
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