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Saturday, September 11, 2010
♥ Saturday, September 11, 2010
This is by far the most shocking message you are ever going to read: contrary to popular belief, i am human. I do make mistakes. Okay, that is as far as the confession is going to go.
Actually, in my state of humble contrition, I probably have to carry on.
So what I did was to go against her expressed wishes not to call her at those hours of the night and interrupt her sleep. See, I went for a run only to see her ten missed calls and her final message that she was dead exhausted. But I thought perhaps there is that possibility she was still awake. So I took a gamble, and called.
And on the pissed off scale of 1 to 10, 1 being your average PMS "I'm not in the right mood" and 10 being... well, i rather not think about 10, she gave me a whopping 7. She didnt even bother verbalizing it. She merely gave me the finger- i mean, she merely indicated the number using her fingers- what were you thinking?
Honestly, I actually expected a 10. Desecrating the sacred altar of her subconscious with her house ring-tone is one of those cardinal sins that no man has ever gotten away unscathed. When she picked up the phone, it was as though the kitchen knife was on her other hand. In fact, I thought it was a 10 because that would be the volume of her voice over the phone. And that was when I called her.
When she called me, after being unable to fall back to sleep, I thought it was an 11.
So thank God for the rest she managed to finally get. Otherwise, she'd probably drown me in that bowl of milk together with the cornflakes she had this morning. Thank God for something else. I meant, someone else.
For a girlfriend who is incredibly sweet. That when she picked up the phone, it began with "dear". That she still wanted me to pray- our usual night prayers- albeit in a minute. That she wanted me to tell her the things that I'd usually romance her before sleeping. That when she called me back, it again began with "dear". Its like one of those scoldings that one parent gives the other and the other just sheepishly smiles. A hundred degrees celsius of anger and not a tinge of rejection.
That when I did feel like a dumbass for just about the entire night, the first thing she told me when she woke up was "dont beat yourself up". For a girlfriend who is incredibly sweet. Of course, I am not saying I need such moments to reveal this. But hey, who's to say that we can prevent them anyway right? when it comes, it comes. But of course, that is not what I am going to tell her :p
