07 August 2006

"Hey you."

"Hey! You finally thought about me today!"

"Oh no. I got up at 2:30 pm. I hung out with Alessandro last night. But I always think about you."

"Hmmm... I find that hard to believe. So where did you guys go?"

"We went to Berkeley to meet up with some of his friends."

--- after a few minutes ---

"Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't come over tonight. I have to close the restaurant."

"Well, I kind of figured when you said you woke up at 2:30. You could only take the evening off if you open."

And plus I kind of figured too when at 10 pm, you're still not here.

"Are you upset?"

"Does it matter?"

Does it matter if I were upset? Does it matter if I had been waiting for you? Does it matter that I wanted to see you tonight? Does it matter if I don't want you to leave for Europe?

Really, now. Does it matter?

Of course I did not say that out loud.

Nyek.

3 comments:

vera said...

don't you just hate how the dialogue that riots in your head end up being unsaid.
such a waste of drama ahahahaha.

sometimes i super hate curbing the basic instinct so i just don't and say shit out loud. and worry about the consequences after hahaha.

biang said...

that's so true!

why do we end up improvising the script? and then we get pissed off when it doesn't happen the way the story should have gone - according to our script...

vera said...

because we're control freaks like that.