After #1 , any normal , sober , conscious , down-to-earth human being would have thought that I scored that night and probably thinks that I'm just another show-off trying to express my dim-witted experience . I would not blame you . Uncertainty clouded my mind the day after and then I decided to text her . Reason being ? I miss her . I miss her smile , I miss the way she whispers to me , I miss her stare of ridicule given to me when I say something lame and last but not least , I didn't fucking took that night as a one night stand as how most of you would describe it . Or maybe we literally did stand for the whole night . So she replied . She agreed to go out for a drink . I felt like I just came out of a human workshop . I am repaired . Repaired from the despair to just simply tell her that she attracts me and I like her . So we went . There's one screwed up part of our conversation where she told me that she would've pretend that nothing really happened if it wasn't for my text . What a relief . I smirked to cover up my fear while picturing on her statement . Maybe a fear of losing her that quick ? It was like a dream sitting in front of her knowing that , of all people , she gave me that one chance ? Besides that , everything went well on our first so called "date" ? Held her hand and walked back to the car , after . That was the best 2 minutes walk so far . How I wish my car could transform into an Autobot and hide itself until given the orders to return , then we'll have a longer walk together . Back to reality , we got back home . With all that , still uncertainty just wouldn't drown no matter how freaking hard I tried to murder it . A Sunday well spent I would say . Looking forward to see her again .
