Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Brooklyn

I like to pretend that I am pseudolistening whenever you ask me why I like you. Selalunya aku mcm ya apa you kata tadi, kemudian diikuti dengan pertanyaan kopi atau teh. ego engkau pula seperti menyesak nyesak dalam badan lalu engkau hanya mampu kata ahh just forget about it.


Selalunya begitu. Nak saja aku kata kan "Sometimes you like and need someone for no reason, like a bee needs honey or like your favorite movie; where the storyline is typical, but you still like it. Get it?" dan sumbatkan roti dalam mulut engkau supaya pertanyaan engkau terhenti di situ. 


Gee, I don't know. I do not like you for your handsomeness nor your sexy pink-ish lips. I... just like you. For how romantic and stewwpid you can be when you are with me. Dan macam mana kaki engkau melingkari kaki aku bila, bila kita saling berpelukan. It's like you're telling me that you're not only going to protect me mentally, but also physically. It's not really about your physical look. 


Maybe it's your vocal cues. Like how low your voice is when you want to talk to me about choosing a rose or a lily, and how the pitch of your voice suddenly changes bila engkau keluar dengan Zaril, Hakim dan Rozaid. Atau macam mana rapidnya speech engkau bila aku begitu dekat dgn kau dan kau macam hmm hmm hmmmm memikirkan apa yang hendak dikatakan pada aku. 


Atau mungkin your facial expressions yang dibuat bila aku cerita yang pancakes aku pagi tadi hangus, atau tentang kedatangan aliens dari planet-entah-apa atau, atau mungkin rupa engkau yang serupa beruang bila aku katakan barang dapur sudah habis. Maybe, just maybe.


Or maybe it's your body language that changes di dua situasi yang berbeza. I don't know. I am no good in observing non-verbal communication. You tell me. 

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I wish I could tell you all of this. Boleh lah perempuan lain terdiam, boleh lah aku jerit dekat satu dunia that you are mine. Boleh lah aku peluk engkau bila bila aku mahu. Boleh lah hmm hmm hmm lama lama lepas makan chocolate cookies sama sama. 


Oh well, it's a platonic relationship by the way. What do you expect?