A Post of Maybe
In a few years, or a few months from now, maybe you would text or call me, then we'll arrange a time to meet up, maybe in a cafe or a Japanese restaurant (because I'd like to have salmon sushi). Maybe then you'd be so kind and somehow find the courage to see me in the eyes. Maybe then you'd talk about how your day was and maybe about your family too. Maybe you'd ask "and how's yours? What's new?" I maybe would roll my eyes like memes on 9gag and say "duh, a lot. We have not met in quite a long time." I maybe wouldn't be in a good mood to talk about what has happened during the gap since the last time we met, but as always, I guess I would just, in the end, find myself talking about everything anyway.
Maybe we'd order another drink or dishes. The waitress would look at us cynically because we have been sitting there for 4 hours. You'd worry and suggest me to move to another place but I said no, why do we have to? We pay for the dishes anyway. You'd smile a little before you say... "right"
Then I'd continue talking until I just lose topic to talk about and you'd laugh with your weird-kind-of-laugh which I like.
"Oh shit, I did talk too much, didn't I," I'd say.
"None ever talked so randomly about a neighbour's pet that has just died and then jump straightly talking about outerspaces, like you always do"
But before that makes me feel weird and bad, maybe you'd say, "no worries, I like it."
I'd then set an emotion that comes out when you type "hehe" on Line.
Then maybe my stupid mind would start to wonder why did you ask me out.
Then maybe I would think if you're the right man. Maybe you'll propose me privately in a very romantic way or maybe you'll set it plain and boring, and maybe I wouldn't really care.
But I guess I am sure you'd be the guy whom I'd, with my pleasure, cook for. In return, you'll let me cry and lay my head on your chest when I have a bad day. Maybe you'll be busy watching football and I'll be busy writing nonsenses or reading books. Maybe you'll be so mean and let me wash all the dishes and do the house cleaning all by myself, but then I guess I'll force you to eat the failed dishes I make based on recipes I see on the internet. Some days, maybe you'll tell me how suck your day was at work, and I'll tell you how many stupid people I meet on my way home. Maybe we'd laugh like two idiots and I'll buy a PS4 for us to play to heal our badmood. Because maybe we'd fully understand that a relationship is not only about texting everyday, asking what's your partner doing and remind him/her to eat and sleep not too late.
"What are you thinking?" You'd ask, waking me up from the short daydream that brings me too far.
I'd just smile because if I tell you, either we'll be awkward, or you'll laugh.
"Do you wanna walk around?"
"Oh, yes"
But maybe we don't really care about what actually lies ahead. As long as we promise that neither of us would become Summer on 500 Days of Summer. And as long as...
"I got your back," maybe you'd say.
Maybe.
Maybe we'd order another drink or dishes. The waitress would look at us cynically because we have been sitting there for 4 hours. You'd worry and suggest me to move to another place but I said no, why do we have to? We pay for the dishes anyway. You'd smile a little before you say... "right"
Then I'd continue talking until I just lose topic to talk about and you'd laugh with your weird-kind-of-laugh which I like.
"Oh shit, I did talk too much, didn't I," I'd say.
"None ever talked so randomly about a neighbour's pet that has just died and then jump straightly talking about outerspaces, like you always do"
But before that makes me feel weird and bad, maybe you'd say, "no worries, I like it."
I'd then set an emotion that comes out when you type "hehe" on Line.
Then maybe my stupid mind would start to wonder why did you ask me out.
Then maybe I would think if you're the right man. Maybe you'll propose me privately in a very romantic way or maybe you'll set it plain and boring, and maybe I wouldn't really care.
But I guess I am sure you'd be the guy whom I'd, with my pleasure, cook for. In return, you'll let me cry and lay my head on your chest when I have a bad day. Maybe you'll be busy watching football and I'll be busy writing nonsenses or reading books. Maybe you'll be so mean and let me wash all the dishes and do the house cleaning all by myself, but then I guess I'll force you to eat the failed dishes I make based on recipes I see on the internet. Some days, maybe you'll tell me how suck your day was at work, and I'll tell you how many stupid people I meet on my way home. Maybe we'd laugh like two idiots and I'll buy a PS4 for us to play to heal our badmood. Because maybe we'd fully understand that a relationship is not only about texting everyday, asking what's your partner doing and remind him/her to eat and sleep not too late.
"What are you thinking?" You'd ask, waking me up from the short daydream that brings me too far.
I'd just smile because if I tell you, either we'll be awkward, or you'll laugh.
"Do you wanna walk around?"
"Oh, yes"
***
But maybe we don't really care about what actually lies ahead. As long as we promise that neither of us would become Summer on 500 Days of Summer. And as long as...
"I got your back," maybe you'd say.
Maybe.
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