I have to stop my work for a moment.
Thinking of what I should do this weekend.
I was planning to go to the biggest bookstore in town.
But my co-workers don’t really like books.
I asked them, but they just don’t know where.
“Aren’t bookstores the same?”
No they are goddamn not.
But I didn’t say that, I understand that they just don’t know which one is the biggest.
So I asked her:
“Do you know where the biggest bookstore in town is?”
Minutes after I messaged her, I suddenly remember that.. She doesn’t want to message me.
Not even to reply a message as simple as asking where the fucking bookstore is.
I felt stupid.
I wanted to throw my phone away and just stop doing stupid things related to her.
Alright, enough whining.
I need to go back to work.
And I need some thick, black coffee to help me ease my mind.
You could just tell me where it is.
At least tell me if you don’t know or whatever.
Love, I just want you to know:
One simple message from you, just one,
Whatever it is, I don’t know, as long as it’s one simple message,
And as long as it’s from you,
Could really, really, REALLY make my whole day.
Or even my whole weekend.
I still remember a week ago when you wished me a happy birthday.
My birthday wasn’t all that happy.
I asked you for an explanation on why you don’t want to reply my messages on my birthday.
And you didn’t give me one; you gave me a half-hearted(?) birthday wish.
While all I was asking is just an explanation.
If you’re just lazy to explain on why you don’t want to message me, think of this:
Whom should I ask about why you don’t want to message me other than you, yourself?
Let me answer it for you : No one.
No one else other than you know the answer.
All I am asking is just for you to at least brighten my day.
But you are making it look like I’m asking you to do some unthinkable atrocities.
It’s not complicated; it is NOT a goddamn rocket science.
Let’s not make it hard, now shall we?