Dare you say it?
This entry is a response to a question from 'anonymus' (banyak benar la org yang bernama Anonymus nih...). Actually, I was thinking about the same thing this morning. Let me reply using a fictional account, and may I emphasise FICTIONAL.
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The sound of mobile phone pierced the silence of midnight.
[Hi. U wat pe tu?] He looked at the text on the mobile with a passing interest. Out of having nothing else to do, he replied by injecting a slice of annoyance [Nuthin. Ada pe2 ke?] He didn't have to wait for long before an answer came in.
[Yes, ada sumthin. I miss u la]. He could not believe what he was reading. Totally unexpected. From outside, the moonlight trickled thorough the curtains, into his room. He tilted his head, as if trying to find an answer in the empty space of his room. A sudden chill enveloped him. With heart beating faster, he wrote [Hey... dont main2. If you dont mean it, dont say it]. He hoped the warning would calm him down, more than to deter the text sender.
[I do mean it. I do] The silence in his room began to engulfed him. The silence was explosive, creating a storm in his chest. He decided not to reply. He had no immediate reply. He switched of his phone. And soon, he switched off himself, entering an uneasy sleep.
He saw a face, comfortably familiar, yet profoundly like a stranger. He somehow know that she did not notice his presence. He followed her line of gaze, and was surprised to see her gaze landed on a picture. It was a photograph that he had taken before! He had composed the picture to capture his undefined longings. What surprised him the most was that she looked at the picture as if she understood his undefined longings. It terrifies him. He dared not pull his own gaze from the picture, and back to her eyes.
He woke up when the sun was still below the horizon. When he felt a bit more restful, he switched on the mobile. A logical anticipation, but not too different from a premonition, prepared him to open a new text message.
[I said it because I mean it. How can you mean it, and NOT say it?] Then he knew. He HAD a reply. But he dared not say it.
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The sound of mobile phone pierced the silence of midnight.
[Hi. U wat pe tu?] He looked at the text on the mobile with a passing interest. Out of having nothing else to do, he replied by injecting a slice of annoyance [Nuthin. Ada pe2 ke?] He didn't have to wait for long before an answer came in.
[Yes, ada sumthin. I miss u la]. He could not believe what he was reading. Totally unexpected. From outside, the moonlight trickled thorough the curtains, into his room. He tilted his head, as if trying to find an answer in the empty space of his room. A sudden chill enveloped him. With heart beating faster, he wrote [Hey... dont main2. If you dont mean it, dont say it]. He hoped the warning would calm him down, more than to deter the text sender.
[I do mean it. I do] The silence in his room began to engulfed him. The silence was explosive, creating a storm in his chest. He decided not to reply. He had no immediate reply. He switched of his phone. And soon, he switched off himself, entering an uneasy sleep.
He saw a face, comfortably familiar, yet profoundly like a stranger. He somehow know that she did not notice his presence. He followed her line of gaze, and was surprised to see her gaze landed on a picture. It was a photograph that he had taken before! He had composed the picture to capture his undefined longings. What surprised him the most was that she looked at the picture as if she understood his undefined longings. It terrifies him. He dared not pull his own gaze from the picture, and back to her eyes.
He woke up when the sun was still below the horizon. When he felt a bit more restful, he switched on the mobile. A logical anticipation, but not too different from a premonition, prepared him to open a new text message.
[I said it because I mean it. How can you mean it, and NOT say it?] Then he knew. He HAD a reply. But he dared not say it.
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