Spent much of yesterday and this morning mooning about in contemplation over the sudden realisation I was in love with Jon again. Cheered up a little when Miranda decided to call me out for a one-for-one salad brunch meal at Pret-A-Manger. Set the day off to a healthy start. Got back to the hotel room to find a petulant message from Mother saying that she had gone over to Uncle Tom's to babysit their newborn child and will call me later. At least she wouldn't be available to nag at me to get her clothing and beauty products.
'I am back in love with Jon, again.' Kept muttering under my breath. Transported myself back to those days when my feelings for him were so immensely felt. So reserved, so humble, so knowledgeable, so kind-hearted. It feels like the list could go on. Amazes me how he hasn't altered in any way. Whenever we hung out, I'd always try to play the cooler person but I knew he was the best. I lacked the foundation to act punk anyway so everything went out the window.
He took care of me, whenever I was feeling despondent, he'd always proffer the best advice possible. He was always surrounded by a lot of people, especially girls, so it was hard to get to him. I'd just pass him by, never thought I was good enough for him, thus he never found out about anything. Very hush-hush. But he would always make time to hang out with me. One fine day, the feelings I felt for him were a little different from the usual, and that's when I knew.
When he left, I was torn. Ineffable feeling, akin to losing a safety net. Hadn't met him in years, so the feeling sort of evaporated, thought I had left him behind and moved on. Now that he has reappeared in exactly the same form as he was before, I can't help it.
Totally not what I was expecting out of this trip.
10.45pm: Help. Cousin Sam dropped me a text in uppercase letters to convey she was pregnant. She's not married. I was alarmed.
"I don't know what I just got myself into." Could tell she was about to sob.
"Show me your pregnancy test results." Sam texted me a photo.
"Is this it?"
"What do you think it is? A portable phone?" She had to be sarcastic.
"You're not pregnant Sam."
"But the blue line is there!"
"Didn't you read the instructions? Two blue lines will appear if you're pregnant.This line only indicates the test is working. You're not pregnant ... you ninny."
"Ohhhh." She reminds me of me sometimes.
She added: "How did you know that two blue lines would mean I was pregnant? I didn't even show you a photo of the box."
Didn't reply her after that.
