"Metawin, don't do this to me. Let me explain.
"Explain what? Explain to me how much you enjoyed toying with my emotions because you knew that no matter what you do, I'd stay? Explain to me how much you found these events amusing while I kept all th...
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•METAWIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN•
January 2020
A week had passed me by slowly while I was buried with clients after clients, meetings with suppliers, a few moments with my friends, a wedding that I helped coordinate together with Gigi, and more stuff which were purely business-related. And during the whole week, I had somehow forgotten my little encounter with Bright in my office, though I still get constant texts and calls from him - like it is the most natural thing between a client and me. It makes me, what's the word? Inspired? Motivated? Maybe? I'm not quite sure since my mind had always been rumbled with so many thoughts and questions when it comes to Bright. It's like I need two different personas when dealing with my emotions and the options that my mind offers me.
The moment that I arrive at my condo, I crash whole-heartedly on my soft couch with my dress still intact, except for the shoes that I removed by the doorway. That is something that I picked up from Bright when we used to live together, an entryway where we set all of our home slippers, sandals, shoes, and the like. And I just got used to it and applied it in the condo.
As I continue to sprawl on my couch, eyes almost shutting, I exhale a lot of air just thinking about how much the week drained all the energy in me, and tomorrow would be another day of hustle and bustle. I groan just by the thought of it, and yet thankful because I am doing what I have always wanted to do since college. My phone chimes, it piques my interest, I snap my eyes open and reach for it with too much curiosity. Who would message me at eleven in the evening? I keep thinking and hoping that it isn't a client asking for a refund or anything, because that would be a hassle, and stressful at the same time. I swipe on the notification and double-takes in reading the message, but this time - slowly.
"What?" I jolt out of the couch with a wide smile on my face before diving back while squeezing the life out of my pillow.
"Do I look like someone that wants to have a cup of coffee at almost midnight?" I converse with my phone like I am conversing with the person on the other line.
"Hell, yes!" I shout and giggle right after as I re-read Bright's message again, and the lovely butterflies inside my stomach never halted their flitters inside of me.
Quickly, I move out of the couch and snatch the coat that I hanged on the rack, slip inside of it whilst putting my shoes on at the same time. Multi-tasking. When done, I grab my phone, wallet, and car keys before finally stepping out of my condo with a light heart and too much excitement. Upon reaching the parking lot, I sink into the driver's seat of my car and drive the main road to where Bright's cafe is located. I'm familiar with it now since it's the same one that Luke and I went together for the first time - where Bright dropped me bombs after bombs of questions. Despite the growing exhilaration that I am feeling, I sigh in complete defeat after realizing that I do get easily swayed when it comes to Bright. I wonder if I am also this easy with other people and not only to him, maybe? Or maybe not? It's understandable though since I know very well that I am head over heels in love with the man from then - until now.
