Hmm...

The time I had no contact with him made me ponder about what had happened. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. It wasn’t supposed to have ended up that way. But it did. I don’t know why. It just did.

I thought, why should I be a part of what was happening to him. I hated him. Really. I hate him for calling me in the middle of the night, drunk and telling me how he wished I’m some other girl. Not because he thinks I’m better, but because he was hurting. I hate him for telling me how he feels about me and admitting he’s disconcerted. I couldn’t understand why I have to be hooked up with his love life when I have my own. It was confusing and totally pathetic.

But I had no choice. Plaintive things happen and so does this. People laugh, people cry, people get hurt and not everybody would really know why.

It was all in bad timing. That was the same time I was in a tolerance stage with a suitor and in a dilemma with one guy. And so another disappointment in the male species will be considered unacceptable.

But I guess that was inevitable. Makes me wonder how it grew so big. Well maybe it’s because I was too fragile then to anything that has to do with guys and my feelings.

After almost a year of no communication, he gave me a call to say hi and he invited me for coffee. I don’t know how or why, but I accepted his invitation.

It was almost five minutes before our settled time of meeting and as I walked my way inside the café, I saw the guy who had always bothered my tranquil seat of passion. When he saw me, he stood up and offered me a seat. I managed to feel at ease despite his awesome physical presence. We discussed about a lot of things -- The events that happened in our lives for almost a year. But we tried not to talk about the conflict before.

After that meeting, he began to treat me differently. He checks me up once in a while. He frequently invites me for lunch and dinner. Sends me flowers when he knows I’m sad or just plainly having a bad day. He even sent a garland of roses for no reason at all. He drives all the way from his office to my office just to give me the food I want for lunch, which I can order by calling the delivery hotline.

But I tried not to conclude anything. I keep infusing in mind that it was just a very kind and friendly act. It was sweet. But he’s already sweet even a year back. Well… a bit sweeter now.

Then it happened. He confessed what he felt… that romantic thing that drives people crazy.

I had doubts with what he had told me. But I couldn’t deny the fact that I had fallen for him. After a couple of times I turned him down, this is where it all ended up. And it was too strong to be ignored.

They say that fate does exist. But it can only take you so far. Because once you’re there, it’s up to you to make it happen.

And so I gave fate a chance...