Layout by: Cianyah Mendoza
Published by: Annika Howie Quizana
Date Published: September 25, 2024
Time Published: 6:30 PM
Category: Prose
Theme: The melancholy of expecting someone to be yours, only for it to be a casual rendezvous.
“Have you ever been into a relationship?” They asked.
Maybe yes, maybe no. Or maybeแ ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต.
No one talks about what being in a relationship feels likeแ ณon what being in a casual relationship is like. Isn't it discerning how one can feel all the butterflies in her stomach while you snatch a glance at her for only a short while?
Amusing, isn't it? In just one look, you could make my world go around.
How casual was it when you lent me your favorite jacket whenever it was cold with no hesitation, just so I could feel the warmth of your touch, the comfort of your affection, and the intimacy of your actions?
Was it casual when our eyes locked, entrapped with each other's comfort, all the while longing for each other's company? Was it casual when we go in a room full of people we know—yet look for each other we consider home?
It was casual. ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ข๐ญ
It must’ve felt strange.
Knowing the weight of my unspoken confession yet refusing to acknowledge one’s affection. No one really tells you about how it would hurt, but no one said that it would never heal. But the truth is, in spite of all this, I wish that you would long for my presence, for the comfort only I could give.
With that, I was hit with the reality of it all.
Those fleeting moments were just casual encounters.
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