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It's been a while, it's been a while.
Since you've said hi.
It's been a while, it's been a while,
Since our last goodbye.
It's been a while, it's been a while,
& I still haven't cried.
I'm surprised.
I haven't called, I haven't called,
You see I've been strong.
You' haven't called, you haven't called,
I guess nothing's wrong.
God called, He called.
Says it's going to be okay.
It's for His glory.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.
Have you been good? Have you been great?
Most likely.
I've been good, I've been great,
Just keeping busy.
And we should since as of late,
Time just passes by.
We don't even have to try.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.
One day you'll see.
One day you'll know me as the girl that you let go.
It was, so close - almost.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes.
The morning comes
Since you've said hi.
It's been a while, it's been a while,
Since our last goodbye.
It's been a while, it's been a while,
& I still haven't cried.
I'm surprised.
I haven't called, I haven't called,
You see I've been strong.
You' haven't called, you haven't called,
I guess nothing's wrong.
God called, He called.
Says it's going to be okay.
It's for His glory.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.
Have you been good? Have you been great?
Most likely.
I've been good, I've been great,
Just keeping busy.
And we should since as of late,
Time just passes by.
We don't even have to try.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes - bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again.
One day you'll see.
One day you'll know me as the girl that you let go.
It was, so close - almost.
So live your life and do what you got to.
It's only at night when I really miss you.
But the morning comes.
The morning comes
joe at 12:24 PM The rain continued pouring with the setting sunrays helping paint the canvas skies.
Through the rain stained windows, Gilbert continued looking out at the streams of people now making their way home after work. Its strange how focused they look; as if they have something important to do, somewhere important to go, when they are probably as lost as he was.
In fact, Gilbert felt very lost and still yielded for her company.
He causally glanced over to Louise as she continued wiping the counter. Is it possible for her not to notice him after an entire year? Well, she does see many costumers everyday, and he wasn't the most attention grabbing individual in the world. Except maybe for his cello case he carried, and that usually brought stares in his direction, he thought.
If only playing the cello was as simple as striking up a conversation with her. Whenever he played his instrument, the texture of the strings and the weight of the cello against his body was practically second nature to Gilbert. Perhaps even something that brought him security and comfort, knowing that creating music would come easily to him.
If only he had the courage to play his instrument now, and maybe express his emotions through his fingers, knowing that words would quickly fail him.
Looking at the cup of coffee in his hands, he placed the cup back down on the table in front of him. How quickly a cup of coffee loses its appeal once its heat is gone. Could love work the same way? Can someone suddenly give up on his partner, just because the appeal of passionate love has gone?
A couple in the corner soon get up to leave, and they enter the streets saturated with the cold night air. Indeed, the full moon reminded him of how late it was, and he should be leaving soon.
Just as he prepares to grab his coat to leave, Gilbert sees Louise walking over to clear his half-finished coffee. As she leans forward to wipe his table, he knows this would be a perfect opportunity to say hello, or at least say something, anything! But words seemed to get caught and choke up in his throat as the butterflies start flying in his stomach.
Before he knows it, he sees her walking back to the counter. Can't say he didn't see it coming, since he's been trying to talk to her for months now, which mostly meant waiting till closing time for the opportunity and nerve to wish her goodnight.
Dejected but still wanting to let her know he exists, he places the hand-written, crumbled musical piece on the table. He only knows one way to say something well, and his musical composition he wrote for her was his heartfelt love letter to her.
"Louise Rhapsody in B Flat Major"
Someone once told him that music is everywhere, in the wind, in the air, in the night.
Hopefully Louise could listen to him now.
joe at 9:00 PM
Got no flowers in the pot.
Not one card in the mailbox.
There's no one for me that will say,
"Baby Happy Valentines Day."
Got no reservations made.
Not one float in my parade.
From all lovers I just can't escape.
They say, "Baby Happy Valentines Day."
I'll find other things to do.
Accept one over two.
Won't let this day define these feelings of mine.
No need for valentine.
No need for valentine.
Got no chocolates for me.
Not one secretly admiring.
There's nobody that whispers my way,
"Baby Happy Valentines Day."
I'll find other things to do.
Accept one over two.
Won't let this day define these feelings of mine.
No need for valentine.
I am more than okay.
Love the same old same.
Single life is divine until good due time.
I won't need valentine.
I don't need valentine.
My own heart is all mine.
Not one card in the mailbox.
There's no one for me that will say,
"Baby Happy Valentines Day."
Got no reservations made.
Not one float in my parade.
From all lovers I just can't escape.
They say, "Baby Happy Valentines Day."
I'll find other things to do.
Accept one over two.
Won't let this day define these feelings of mine.
No need for valentine.
No need for valentine.
Got no chocolates for me.
Not one secretly admiring.
There's nobody that whispers my way,
"Baby Happy Valentines Day."
I'll find other things to do.
Accept one over two.
Won't let this day define these feelings of mine.
No need for valentine.
I am more than okay.
Love the same old same.
Single life is divine until good due time.
I won't need valentine.
I don't need valentine.
My own heart is all mine.
joe at 9:17 AM
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.
joe at 11:45 PM I was amazed that a small cafe at the corner like this could still survive with all the mega cafes popping up all over the town. But it did have its own unique rustic charm.
The warm lighting provide this particular home and comfy ambiance, a distinct difference from the hustling city outside. Facing the street were several clear glass windows that looked to me like peep holes to the reality awaiting us outside this cafe. Stepping into this cafe meant entering my own escape, a place where no one could intrude or take away from me.
I knew there was something more that brought me here on this particular Tuesday afternoon. As usual, I chose my favourite seat in the corner, accompanied by my hot latte in my hands.
It was starting to rain outside, the type of rain that warned of the impending downpour to come. I always love being at this cafe as the dark clouds gathered. There could even be a sadistic sense of joy I felt seeing people running for cover from the rain while I sat comfortably, sipping my latte.
I often wondered how long ago it was when you last sat opposite me while it was raining outside, on a day just like today. Watching these scenes unfolding before me reminded me of you all over again.
It has been a long time since I last thought of you.
It seemed just like yesterday that right after school, we would sit at this exact same spot while watching the world go. There was once it started raining like it did now. People would be running while we did our homework, waiting for the rain to stop so we could go home.
But actually I didn't want it to stop.
I liked being here with you.
Sweet memories of you belonged to another world, to another person that I did not recognise anymore. After much practice over the years, it didn't take long for me to push them away and finally out of my consciousness.
If I ever allowed these memories to linger any longer in my mind, I knew they would take its natural course to the end.
I never liked the ending.
A man stepped into a puddle of water as he ran for cover and cursed at the rain, as if it would make any difference.
I looked around and saw Louise making a cup of black coffee behind the counter. I first noticed her the first day she started working.
With her long black hair tied-up in a pony tail and a face that radiated so warmly, it may seem surprising that her physical appearance was not what first attracted me to her.
Actually it was that she read her worn out leather Bible during her breaks. I can't say I was surprised to find out that she was Christian, somehow I could tell she was different.
Louise looked up and noticed me looking at her. She waved hi and smiled sweetly, acknowledging my presence.
It would seemed strange that after knowing her for almost a year, I have never once met her socially outside her workplace.
Believe you me, I have tried to many times but I knew she would never see me in that way.
Most girls never did.
I smiled back and looked out of the windows again.
I wished that she could sit opposite me right now, and join me to watch the world go by.
joe at 11:05 PM 7:48pm.
It feels really lonely. These thoughts came to Jeremiah as he looked up and saw the sun setting behind the tall and imposing office buildings, casting a surreal shadow and providing an orange coloured overtone to the whole area. Being the peak hour in the city, it was not surprising to find cars packed like sardines, with people trying to get home.
Overall, the whole scene was typical of a cosmopolitan city filled with buzz and action, enough to trap the attention of anyone willing to stop and appreciate the movements unfolding around them. Jeremiah had already stopped but the hectic scenes around him were of no concern to him.
Instead, his whole attention was solely on her as she turned to walk away.
She stopped in midstep to asked him again, with genuine concern in her voice, whether it was alright for her to leave. He faked a smile and prayed that she couldn't see through it, and told her it was alright. Now would be a good time to quickly turn his back on her and walk away too, just to maintain a hint of dignity left within him. So he did.
But it started boiling up in him.
Each step he took seemed to add fuel to the fire of emotions building within him. It was not something he expected himself to feel, and it wasn't an emotion something that was pure enough to be described accurately. But it was there. He could feel it.
If he could put it into words, albeit not precisely, it would be described as a mixture of hurt, frustration with a touch of shame.
7:57pm.
By this time, the sun had safely set behind the towering building surround Jeremiah. But it didn't hide him from the emotions that threatened to consume him there and then. Despite the people around him, he had not felt so alone for a long time.
He was usually so careful. He was usually good at guarding his heart and preventing himself from feeling anything so intense towards someone. Then what went wrong?
As he walked through the underpass to the nearby bus stop, he passed a couple holding hands and getting lost in their own personal world. You could find couples, just like this, all over the city at this hour. But observing the couple confirmed his observation that the way he was feeling towards Priscilla was not a romantic one. He was feeling hurt for an entirely another reason.
But seeing Priscilla walking together with Gabriel, brought back memories of betrayal that taught him how deeply a person could cause hurt, without even laying a finger on him.
The fact that someone like Priscilla would choose to leave with Gabriel merely reminded him of how insignificant he probably looked in other people's eyes. It was something he chose not to think about but was being perfectly illustrated now.
8:04pm.
The phone was now in Jeremiah's palm as he read the time. The bus should have reached by now. Then the emotions overwhelmed him again, like a predator pouncing on its prey. His whole body, down to his core, just wanted just to scream at Priscilla about how frustrated and hurt he felt because of her.
But why? He could always start small, he thought. Just type in a simple text message to let her know he was not feeling happy at all about the whole evening.
Ask her directly; Why should Gabriel suddenly arrive practically uninvited? Why did she choose to leave with him instead? Is this how friends should be treated?
Make it loud and clear to her in the text message, let her know that Jeremiah was not a happy man.
Then what?
The truth of the matter was that it was solely Jeremiah who was at fault.
He placed his cellphone back in his pocket.
7:44pm.
It was at this moment when Priscilla was contemplating what she was going to do next, that Jeremiah allowed his expectations rise, and his guard down. He thought she would choose to spend more time with him, and thus leave Gabriel in the process. This would give Jeremiah and Priscilla an opportunity to catch up. That was the original plan anyway. It was such an obvious decision to make, as clear as a bright summer's day. I mean, that's what friends do for each other right?
Wrong.
She choose to leave, like the many before her in Jeremiah's life. That's why he kept reminding himself and chose not to let his heart feel, and get beaten and hurt all over again because of expectations.
No, he has been torn one too many times.
Jeremiah was not looking for romance from Priscilla, and clearly romance was not the cause of his pain. He was simply expecting a friend to put in the same amount of energy and effort into a friendship as he did. However, he expected too much and he came crashing back to the ground.
But Jeremiah would learn, and he's choosing to walk away.
8:13pm
The bus is finally here. Its a crowded bus, but it still feels lonely.
I don't believe you
And I never will
Oh I can't live by your side
With the lies you've tried to instill
I can't take anymore
I don't have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
'Cause this is my last goodbye
It's like I hardly know you
But maybe I never did
It's like every emotion you showed me
You kept well hid
And every true word that you ever spoke
Was really deceiving
Now I'm leaving this time
'Cause this is my last goodbye
I've gotta turn and walk away
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
I've grown tired of being used
And I'm sick and tired of being accused
Now I'm walking away from you
And I'm not coming back
And I never will
Oh I can't live by your side
With the lies you've tried to instill
I can't take anymore
I don't have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
'Cause this is my last goodbye
It's like I hardly know you
But maybe I never did
It's like every emotion you showed me
You kept well hid
And every true word that you ever spoke
Was really deceiving
Now I'm leaving this time
'Cause this is my last goodbye
I've gotta turn and walk away
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
I've grown tired of being used
And I'm sick and tired of being accused
Now I'm walking away from you
And I'm not coming back
joe at 11:12 PM
Girl I'm in love with you.
This ain't the honeymoon,
Past the infatuation phase.
Right in the thick of love,
At times we get sick of love,
It seems like we argue everyday.
We're just ordinary people,
We don't know which way to go.
'Cause we're ordinary people,
Maybe we should take it slow.
This time we'll take it slow.
This ain't the honeymoon,
Past the infatuation phase.
Right in the thick of love,
At times we get sick of love,
It seems like we argue everyday.
We're just ordinary people,
We don't know which way to go.
'Cause we're ordinary people,
Maybe we should take it slow.
This time we'll take it slow.
joe at 11:25 PM
name: Joe
age: 24... D: