It's not that she doesn't enjoy weekends. She actually do. Knowing that it's the time when she's free to do almost anything she wanted to. Like watching her favorite movies and tv series, read books, cook some food, have some coffee somewhere, shop around various malls or simply just indulge with her "me time" moments. But that all changed. Not actually the routine, but the focus, the excitement, the feeling. It's gone. Something much greater and addictive took place.
Remembering the time you and her used to talk a lot every time of everyday until it happened that the weekends suddenly become a lil bit restricted. She agreed and acted okay with the "no communication during weekends" but deep inside, it isn't okay. It may sound a bit too demanding but she only wished that you could still talk more or even just a little between free hours. That she can still reach you anytime. That she can still call or message you the fresh happenings like about that cute guy who smiled at her on the way to work (even she knows you'd be dead jealous about it) or that the coffee she ordered was your favorite and your name was written on the cup. She can also ask and know how you've been doing..stuffs like that and all. Small things mean a lot..do they?
Dont get her wrong. She does understand the situation and the whatever-getting-to-know-M.U-relationship you both have. She ain't forgetting that she's just some random girl you met behind the thick wall of distance. It's just that she felt it's unfair coz she's been missing you the whole time. Her weekend always turn out to be a disaster. She do try to focus and get busy but it doesn't seem right. She felt unhappy doing the things she usually enjoyed doing before you came to her life. Before she got too attached..too drowned with your existence..almost, too inlove with you.
What she's gonna do to make the days go faster? She's impatiently waiting for Monday to come so things will get back to normal and the nonstop conversation will resume, and that the sweet connection will be reconnected again. Was that bad? She guessed so. If you only knew, how terribly, awfully sad she is whenever Friday comes because that's when you have to pack and leave..for a while. She did try to console herself not to be affected but it only gotten worse. She even thought those were just some bunch of excuses to get you some fun time which she could have understood if you only told her the real issues. Well, she just cried it out all to herself anyway.
She can't really imagine how much she craved for your presence and loathed so much on your absence that not hearing from you for an hour or so is such a horrible feeling. So you see, two days and a half with no communication at all is such a dreadful torture..to her.
She doesn't know what you think about her. But to her, she is sure enough that you are someone more than just convenient. She doesn't talk or hang around with you because she had her heart broken or just because she felt lonely and needs some company. She choose to stick with you because you are the most wonderful blessing she ever had. And because you make her feel alive. You're like the missing piece that completed her. Like you are a part of hers. It's like you installed the most advance software in her whole system that motivated her to be the best version of herself before even asking for the agreed fakey fee in return. And you didnt even hesitated to say "yes" when she jokingly asked for pizza and a lifetime supply of Dutchmill yogurt in exchange if ever she pays that fee, well that fee she knows you'll never accept for real. The best things are free. Both of you just wanted to be together. To make solid memories. To race with forever. And yes it was too dreamy to be real.
Right now, she didn't know where she got the strength to get through everything after it all ended right before it even started.
How she managed not to wait for any messages. How she stopped using her phone again. How she restricted herself in some social areas. How she goes inside her box again with a huge sign of "Too Broken to be Fragile" neatly taped outside so no one would dare bother her. How she tries hard not to remember those times when half of her daily routine was talking to you.
She is totally clueless. All she ever knows and she's certain about is, she's just some random girl you knew, some girl whom you haven't personally met that you will eventually forget and maybe, even when you'll see each other someday, you'll barely recognize the feeling. She won't matter anymore.
..She will be just some random girl you once knew.
The girl who hated weekends.
Remembering the time you and her used to talk a lot every time of everyday until it happened that the weekends suddenly become a lil bit restricted. She agreed and acted okay with the "no communication during weekends" but deep inside, it isn't okay. It may sound a bit too demanding but she only wished that you could still talk more or even just a little between free hours. That she can still reach you anytime. That she can still call or message you the fresh happenings like about that cute guy who smiled at her on the way to work (even she knows you'd be dead jealous about it) or that the coffee she ordered was your favorite and your name was written on the cup. She can also ask and know how you've been doing..stuffs like that and all. Small things mean a lot..do they?
Dont get her wrong. She does understand the situation and the whatever-getting-to-know-M.U-relationship you both have. She ain't forgetting that she's just some random girl you met behind the thick wall of distance. It's just that she felt it's unfair coz she's been missing you the whole time. Her weekend always turn out to be a disaster. She do try to focus and get busy but it doesn't seem right. She felt unhappy doing the things she usually enjoyed doing before you came to her life. Before she got too attached..too drowned with your existence..almost, too inlove with you.
What she's gonna do to make the days go faster? She's impatiently waiting for Monday to come so things will get back to normal and the nonstop conversation will resume, and that the sweet connection will be reconnected again. Was that bad? She guessed so. If you only knew, how terribly, awfully sad she is whenever Friday comes because that's when you have to pack and leave..for a while. She did try to console herself not to be affected but it only gotten worse. She even thought those were just some bunch of excuses to get you some fun time which she could have understood if you only told her the real issues. Well, she just cried it out all to herself anyway.
She can't really imagine how much she craved for your presence and loathed so much on your absence that not hearing from you for an hour or so is such a horrible feeling. So you see, two days and a half with no communication at all is such a dreadful torture..to her.
She doesn't know what you think about her. But to her, she is sure enough that you are someone more than just convenient. She doesn't talk or hang around with you because she had her heart broken or just because she felt lonely and needs some company. She choose to stick with you because you are the most wonderful blessing she ever had. And because you make her feel alive. You're like the missing piece that completed her. Like you are a part of hers. It's like you installed the most advance software in her whole system that motivated her to be the best version of herself before even asking for the agreed fakey fee in return. And you didnt even hesitated to say "yes" when she jokingly asked for pizza and a lifetime supply of Dutchmill yogurt in exchange if ever she pays that fee, well that fee she knows you'll never accept for real. The best things are free. Both of you just wanted to be together. To make solid memories. To race with forever. And yes it was too dreamy to be real.
Right now, she didn't know where she got the strength to get through everything after it all ended right before it even started.
How she managed not to wait for any messages. How she stopped using her phone again. How she restricted herself in some social areas. How she goes inside her box again with a huge sign of "Too Broken to be Fragile" neatly taped outside so no one would dare bother her. How she tries hard not to remember those times when half of her daily routine was talking to you.
She is totally clueless. All she ever knows and she's certain about is, she's just some random girl you knew, some girl whom you haven't personally met that you will eventually forget and maybe, even when you'll see each other someday, you'll barely recognize the feeling. She won't matter anymore.
..She will be just some random girl you once knew.
The girl who hated weekends.
