i had waited a couple of weeks before we were able to meet again. he has this schedule only his friends can break into. many times did i try but to no effort can somehow get through. when i found out i was leaving back home soon, i got restless. i need to see him. but how? finally, he offered. dinner daw before i leave. and if paulo coelho was right about the universe conspiring for you to get what you want, maybe the universe was not on my side that time. i was nursing a fever and to make things worse. it rained. not rain rain. but flood rain. but then theres no such thing as universe against me if i really really want something. so i took a couple of anti-pyretics and headed to makati. powerbooks. yeah, he loves the place so i agreed on meeting him there. might as well love the places he loves. then there was dinner, good thing TGIfridays wasnt that packed or people might think he was dating a charity case. i dont know but i really didnt feel good that day. i didnt feel good inside out so that means physically, maybe i was not on my best that day. but he was there, simple and cofident. i asked him for the second time to please order for us. as he was doing so i was again amazed on how he talked with the person who waited at our table. the first time i brushed it off as maybe pride but this time, i think that was getting-used-to-having-people-wait-at-my-table aura. its one of the reasons why i had second thoughts on should i date this guy again. the metro belongs to him, coffee bean is common place, powerbooks is home and greenbelt is a playground. but hell cares, when i first saw him, i knew, he's going to break my heart. might as well jump and experience it than wonder all my life how it feels to have my heart broken by someone like him.
lets go back to the details of that night. this time, not like the first date, when i look back on that day i remember things. how he took pictures of me and how i failed to take pictures of him. how i told him i was on the wrong side of the table (i was supposed to sit by his side just like the other ex-men couple who is, according to him, is also on a date.) how i wanted to grab his hand under the table but decided against it for he might think im pervert. how we, aherm, walked under the pouring rain sharing his umbrella. if not for him i would have cursed the heavens but he was by my side, his hands brushing mine, nothing else on earth could matter. i wanted to wrap my arms around him and protect him from the rain (he said later on he wanted to hold my hand but there was someone at our back). how we argued on who's to take the cab first. i won and saw him get into his cab home, but after seein him leave, thoughts on how it will feel like to be the one to leave lingered. i should have took that cab coz maybe, even fleeting, ill feel the contentment on getting ahead and not look back.