B.
I have a thing for letter H.
It was a stupid act for me not to know your name.
For the third this week I’m at this café again.
For what reason? You.
This maybe an act of insanity but I need to know your name.
I was supposed to leave when I saw you enter.
You greeted your friends and here I was at the very corner looking at your every move.
I was so happy that I found smiling for minutes not knowing your shift started already.
“Excuse me Ma’am,” a voice said.
I look around and saw you.
I know it’s too cliché to say but my heart literally skipped a beat.
You are sweeping the floor.
I don’t know what is happening but your skin has touched mine when you tried to reach for the empty tray next to me the moment I tried to get my drink.
I felt something.
Is this from the caffeine?
Or from this feeling I feel for you?
Then I remembered I need to know your name.
The moment I was supposed to read it. You turned around.
I only saw the glimpse of letter H.
Your name starts with the letter H.
H. Do I have a thing for H?
For history’s sake, all of the guys I have liked started with an H.
Hyx? Hero? Hans?
And even Hae Jin! The Korean star I idolize.
And they all have a tall skinny build and chinito eyes.
Oh my gosh? Yes, Oh my gosh.
That ain’t gonna do me good, man.
Is this coincidence?
Or I just have a thing for letter H?
