Yesterday, I had to park my car beside my building because of color coding. So during lunchtime, I went down to get my car and park it in Megamall so the fee would be cheaper.
But when I got back from the office around 1pm, an officemate of mine told me she saw Jane when she went down. Jane was kinda looking at her intently as if she wanted to talk to her. But my officemate, being pissed at what Jane did to me, shrugged her off.
Then after that, another officemate of mine told me she and Jane were in the elevator and had a brief conversation.
Jane (J): Uy, kumusta ka na?
AM (A): Okay lang. Ikaw?
J: Ok naman. Si Eggie pumapasok pa ba?
A: OO naman.
Then the elevator opened for Jane's floor and she got out.
After hearing this from my officemate, my initial reaction was "Eh?". First of all, the reason why I don't go down anymore during lunchbreak to smoke because of Jane's fear for me. I'm afraid that if she sees me, she might get a heart attach right there and then. So why the hell's she asking about me?
It's not so like her, even if she asked out of curiosity. She's the type who would forget as if nothing happened between us. As if I never existed. So I jokingly thought, "She missed me? My God ha! I'm so flattered!" Harhar.
But when I think about it, I felt lonely again, but this time with guilt. Lonely because it could've happened, guilty because...
Anyway, I'm not really ready to see her now. Maybe because I'm still pissed at the things I've heard, especially the stalker thing. When you hear things about yourself that really pisses you off, it's like you want to piss on the person itself, literally! Especially when the things you hear are not true. Maybe at first, you laugh at it but when you hear things like this and that which goes overboard, you tend to get really mad and say, "Hey, under the belt na yun ha!" And I mean UNDER! Grrrrr...
I don't know what her thoughts are now. But if she wants to think that way, let her be. As far as I know, I know what I am and I know what really is true about me.
Alone
6 years ago
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