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Chatting with a stranger
Hey, do you remember Mr. Virginia?
Apparently, after a long hiatus we both took from keeping in touch with each other, I decided to initiate a conversation on AIM this afternoon during my lunch time at work. It was pretty awkward to the point where I felt the distance in between has turned both of us into a stranger for one another. Henceforth, the conversation (albeit the internet) went blatantly superficial as if we are both stranger happened to meet on a New York City subway at midnight. Yet I wonder if he has ever missed me, thought of me, wanted me...as I have missed him, thought of him, and wanted him (as a friend, of course). That kind of thought crossed my mind while my fingers were on the keyboard trying to type the words that were transpired by the thoughts swirling in my head. But I kept hitting the "delete" key and refrained myself from being too forthright; I dislike myself when dealing with PDE -- public display of emotions. We ended up chatting casually for about 20 minutes before he had to get back on task and meeting his co-workers to discuss over some projects that are unbeknown to me. But while we carried the virtual conversation, I somewhat sensed a certain stint of discomfort he presented during our brief chat. Or maybe it was just my presumptuous judgment.
I just hope he doesn't hate me for whatever reasons he might has in his mind.
Since the last time I saw him, which was the first week of this past September, he has finished his M.S. degree in Computer Engineering. On top of that, he has moved on up the ladder with a new job (and I assume a better pay and benefits). He owns a piece of real estate and has since then became a landlord. With the pack of dough padded his pockets, he has traveled widely to Brazil, Europe, Japan, and some other exotic locations I could not remember.
Mr. Virginia is quite a successful man and a good man. But I don't think it would work out between us even if we attempted to spell out our emotions for one another. Everything would turn out half sour, half bitter...I am glad we had never gone so far where we couldn't return to square one.
Perhaps everything happened for a reason or two.
Apparently, after a long hiatus we both took from keeping in touch with each other, I decided to initiate a conversation on AIM this afternoon during my lunch time at work. It was pretty awkward to the point where I felt the distance in between has turned both of us into a stranger for one another. Henceforth, the conversation (albeit the internet) went blatantly superficial as if we are both stranger happened to meet on a New York City subway at midnight. Yet I wonder if he has ever missed me, thought of me, wanted me...as I have missed him, thought of him, and wanted him (as a friend, of course). That kind of thought crossed my mind while my fingers were on the keyboard trying to type the words that were transpired by the thoughts swirling in my head. But I kept hitting the "delete" key and refrained myself from being too forthright; I dislike myself when dealing with PDE -- public display of emotions. We ended up chatting casually for about 20 minutes before he had to get back on task and meeting his co-workers to discuss over some projects that are unbeknown to me. But while we carried the virtual conversation, I somewhat sensed a certain stint of discomfort he presented during our brief chat. Or maybe it was just my presumptuous judgment.
I just hope he doesn't hate me for whatever reasons he might has in his mind.
Since the last time I saw him, which was the first week of this past September, he has finished his M.S. degree in Computer Engineering. On top of that, he has moved on up the ladder with a new job (and I assume a better pay and benefits). He owns a piece of real estate and has since then became a landlord. With the pack of dough padded his pockets, he has traveled widely to Brazil, Europe, Japan, and some other exotic locations I could not remember.
Mr. Virginia is quite a successful man and a good man. But I don't think it would work out between us even if we attempted to spell out our emotions for one another. Everything would turn out half sour, half bitter...I am glad we had never gone so far where we couldn't return to square one.
Perhaps everything happened for a reason or two.