Monday, December 22, 2008

You think you've seen it all...

Do you know what the funniest thing about meeting up with an ex is?

That you've already been there, done that, and you already know what failed. You both know who cheated who out of love, or money, or trust, or whatever. It's kind of like playing cards out in the open. If you had a good relationship, you know each other (well, the people you once were) inside out. But one thing that's different is that one of you has a grudge against the other. Maybe you both have it against each other even. And you think even if you wanted to get back together, you can't. It's a different time. And it's useless, because obviously you've both proved yourselves to each other. Next time a conflict comes up, one of you will find link to the past. It 's just in human mentality.

OK, so you're walking to a cafe. We decided to meet at the cafe that wasn't 'ours'. It's funny. You break up, and you stop enjoying the cafes, and places you once went to with that person. You just don't want to remember how he spilled coffee on you and then turned the day into a shopping session, so we could actually go to the long awaited concert - nice and un-coffeed. Oh, and he would have also probably told you how marshmallows on your black skirt accentuate it. Aaah.

So you're walking, walking, walking.
We've been to this cafe before.
It's no big deal. Just the last time you were here was that one day when 'our' cafe was closed down for renovation.
OK, don't worry, don't worry, it's 10.57am. You're sweet - you're supposed to be meeting at 11am. A whole three minutes early girl! No biggie. Step through the door. Look for a spare table....oh....uh oh....they're all taken....wait who's that guy looking....

Oooosh! Damn. Should have worn jeans...slowly, but almost excitedly you walk up to him.

"You're late. You always make me wait. Some things never change, do they?" he says with his half-serious, half...OK, I have to say it...cute-ish smile.

Oh God. I wasn't listening...sorry....you said that fine smile of yours never changed?



"Sorry...." you reply.
You don't want to go into the technicalities of how your watch says it's not even 11.
"How are you?"


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