Rendezvous
03 June 04 : 06.09 AM
I can't sleep again. Since I reached home at 3, I've been trying to fall asleep. But the retro music that I heard in Zouk is ringing in my ears and my eyes are kept widened.
In the late evening, we sat in the bar at the top of Mandarin Hotel for a cocktail, and reveled at the picturesque view of dark buildings with blinking lights against the starless sky. It was so utterly romantic, the ambience was perfect for lovers. I dream of charming boys with intense eyes bringing me there.
Having quixotical thoughts scare me a great deal. Believing is for fools.
Then why am I still bothering?
I could love you, she writes. And I agree with her unhesitatingly.