Rendezvous
19 June 04 : 02.04 PM
We haven't spoken since the time he saw my sister at Zouk, and that was a few months ago.
I told John about you. Not really about you, because there isn't anything to say. But just the existence of you. The match between Bulgaria and Denmark was about to be aired on television.
The last time I went out with him, I'd told him about this boy I used to see.
He said something to me, regarding you, that I laughed at. Only because I didn't know how to act.
Which was the same thing KS said to me later that night.
He had snuck into my house (through the front door, though) after clubbing because my mother was in a bad mood and wasn't very welcoming to guests.
When I realised all the messages from my phone got deleted, I was really upset. All the messages I'd kept from last year, just disappeared from my handphone.
There was a sweet message from Nicole that I could almost recite because I reread it so many times. It went along the line of, "...I just wanted to let you know I'm always here for you. I don't know why I'm saying this, but what the fuck. Who cares. I love you." She sent it to me at the most horrible time for me in my secondary school life.
One from Drey, a short one that says "I remember you. Goodnight."
A message sent at 3 a.m. by Sylvia. It was the time she still couldn't forget Aaron. It's hard loving you, but even harder losing you...It's hard thinking about you, but even harder missing you. But do you? and she wrote the date and time.
Kenneth saying I don't have to worry because I'd always have his shoulder to lean on.
A poetic one my sister sent to me that was so utterly sweet.
A message from Mirz that was exactly, "I miss you. =(" Which was supposed to be mocking me, but I kept it as something he'd meant.
"Where are you, darling? Enjoy yourself. Daddy loves you." My father had sent, one night when I was out and planning to stay out even later, but after that message, I went home immediately.
Desmond said to me after I abruptly hung him up. "You have potential to be the host of The Weakest Link."
Forwarded messages by those people that I don't reply anymore, so they hardly send now. I don't even read forwarded messages I've received anymore. So many sweet ones that I liked a lot, and stupid ones that I kept to laugh at the sender and those bits of conversation on message that I liked.
There were over 60 messages that I'd kept, and they're all deleted and I feel like I'm missing bits of memories.
That only one from you was so insignificant.