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presented in dialogue. a tale of a late-night/early morning exchange between a man who thinks in lyric poetry, and a woman who speaks in prose.

setting: under the stars that breathe in her amorous scent and the lingering memory of his cologne on her dress.

"it’s complicated"

i have a lot of questions that i don’t wanna ask. don’t wanna complicate things.

i have a lot of answers to those questions, if only…

if only what? if only i’d ask?

if only things ain’t complicated.

so, since they are, you don’t have answers?

i said i did.

don’t you feel bad for someone very dear to you?

i do, very much.

there goes my answer.

so i presume you have more questions?

nope. not anymore.

what we have, prose girl, is what we are at this time. it’s like your old notebook.

some thing i’d look back at in the future and laugh at? how sad. but, it’s still cool. no hang-ups, i promise.

yeah, you laughed. but beyond that is?

*insert short period of contemplation here* i kept the darn notebook. and remember it from time to time. with a certain degree of fondness.

"so real, so near, so good, so true; so much of me and you. pray tell, it’s not through.." that’s the chorus of a song that’s not yet made.

nice. tagal mo nang nagawa yan? funny how natural things were with us. i’ll tell you a murakami story about the 100% perfect boy and girl next time. remind me.

tagal? hello? that’s us! now am i stating the obvious or what?

if i’m the most paranoid, i could also very well be one of the most unassuming people you’ll ever have the <mis>fortune to know.

i so love talking to you, i so love being with you. i so love waiting for what you’re gonna say. i so love your thoughts and acts. i’m so hooked up to someone that i can’t say i so love you. there. there. there.

you have no idea what my heart rate is right now. i don’t wanna fall, don’t wanna hurt. you’re my balm, you soothe me. i’m addicted, it scares me.

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lyric poetry man calls.

hello?

hi.

*insert 40 seconds of truth-laden silence here* then prose girl giggles.

para tayong highschool, gawd!

bakit nga ba ako tumawag?

ewan ko sa ‘yo.

sige, bye na.

bye.

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talk about awkward! i’m blushing!!

this is so far one of the best conversations of my life. i am really hoping that you’re writing this down.

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