BUG

You've met this person on a pancake shop while you were reading your favorite book, sipping a hot dark cherry drink, waiting for your pancake to get cold because you like it that way. "Uhm, excuse me. Is this seat taken?" You stared blankly. And for a second realized that someone's waiting for your answer. You nod - a way of saying "no, that seat's not yet occupied." At first you feel weird and awkward seating in front of a complete stranger. You cannot concentrate in reading anymore. As you've decided to put down your book, you saw that person in front of you staring at you blankly. Your mind juggled with the thought of asking why or just giving a smile and you had chosen the latter. The stranger talked to you, saying that you look familiar. He started the conversation. She just laughed while he talked about things..

You were waiting for your long time friend at the cafeteria. Asked you if you could do your work loads together days before and without hesitation you said, "yes". There you are, sat in the corner table near the staircase, waiting. You always wait. In whatever meet up you two had set up, you were the one who always wait. But it's fine. You were always fine with it. And this day is nothing new to you. A few minutes later, the person you were waiting came in front of you - didn't sat down, just stand there staring at you. "Are you okay? You look tired and pale." You asked because he really does look tired and pale. "Sorry I had kept you waiting. Sorry I had been making you wait for me every time " You just smiled and said that everything is fine and that you are fine with it..

You craved for Ice Cream, one afternoon - you craved for fries night after that. You talked more and more until you realized that you have to go home before midnight. It's hard to go, yourself explained to yourself, but you have to and you have a feeling that there's still a next after that because you really enjoyed the conversation even though you were really not talking. You bought home donuts with you. And wait for the next days that would come because you know for sure that you have something to look forward to...

You both sat down. Not uttering words. The person in front of you, your long time friend, is just staring at you. You feel kinda weird about it and tried to shift things so it'll be less awkward. "Sorry I'm late. I know I'm always late." You muttered out to remove the silence. "I already told you, it's fine. Let's just start with what we should do. Mmm'kay?" As your friend started the work you both need to finish, you were mentally occupied - you just stare. You were thinking if you should tell this person in front of you your real feelings. If you should admit that you were really always the one who waits because you hide whenever this person is near the area so you could stare - because what you are feeling right now isn't just friendship anymore. But you don't have the guts. You were scared that you might be rejected or that something might change with this comfort that you both have. You know to yourself that you need confidence, buckets and buckets of it. But where to get it? "Hey! Stop staring and go back to work!"

It's been a week but still there's no contact from that person you've met in the shop. Sure, you've exchanged numbers and mails but there's still none. "Wanna go grab lunch tomorrow?" "I have things to compile the whole day tomorrow. Maybe some other lunch time." You've reminisced the last words you had said and started juggling what ifs on your mind. What if you said yes. What might happen if you did. And the guessing game goes on and on...

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At the end of the day, after a long long day, both stories might be different but things will always comes down into our own choices. You choose. You chose where you stand. You choose your path. You choose where you want to go. They say fate holds our lives and we can't control what it has in store for us. But reality based, we are the ones who control it. Our decisions shapes us and mold us on where should we land in the future. Opportunities come but the sad part there is when should we take it, if we should, and if not when will it come back? Sometimes, we tend to dwell on what we are currently holding and we forgot to lose some grip to take another hold onto something. We are scared that having a hold onto something new might not be a good idea. But how could we know if we will not try? Yes, we assume. Yes, we expect. But that's about it - we have to take action. And maybe if after we did, if the persons and what is around us doesn't go with what flow we started, then I guess we have to let it go. Really? Am I right with this one?

Sorry, I'm ranting. I've been drafting so many post lately, I guess its time to publish this one. Oh, and I miss writing stories too! How was it? Pure fiction!! :)

I think I had let one bug go. I'm not telling more about it but I'm sad that it's ending or has it ended already?

Stage 5: Acceptance.