I need a witchdoctor.
If I only knew witchcraft, I’ll formulate an ink that will make a person go crazy over me. I’ll tattoo it on your wrist so it can penetrate your bloodstream faster. You’ll forget your friends and my presence will pleasure you. You’ll never sleep becuase you’ll think that the time sleeping is a wasted opportunity getting me. You’ll be on extreme euphoria and I am your only heroine. You’ll forget living and your instincts will scream my name. You’ll be a zombie and I will be an appetizing human meat!
Oh well, my inner demon shared his thoughts just a while ago. I told him, “You stupid bitch, grow up! Witches are not that popular these days. Try to come up with some cool alchemist and involve a philosopher’s stone on it”
On the photo is me and beside me sits a lady. (Since this post is about her, I’ll keep her anonymous)
No, we’re not applying medicated plasters or pain patches nor discussing how pale her skin was compared to my darker tone. I’ve been into tattoos and I think it deserves a new post. (maybe some other time) I did her a tattoo on her wrist. What I thought would be a potential client to spread my advocacies and an easy-money turns out to be a heartbreak. She’s cool, smart, and funny. We had our own personal connection (i could personally say) after having a little conversation. She’s not an ordinary candy you’ll get out of halloween trick or treat but a home-made pastry labored by a mother’s love. She’s one of a kind.
She’s just cool! I really enjoyed her company. Our usual talks and sharing of thought are like puzzle pieces that fits perfectly. Things went the way it should be until I just realized she’s over me. She became a habit that is hard to take out off my system and worse, I fell for her.
The thing is, I am not really into something like this. After the past experiences with relationships I’ve had, I learned it much better this way. Single, not committed, flirting with boundaries, though in the end of the day I feel like a loner but I am everyone’s lover. As what I always tell my friends why I still stay this way,
I am not comfortable being tagged as someone else’s and being with the same person for a long time. It’s just not me.
And the next thing I knew, those words filled my mouth and myslef, swallowing every bits of syllables I’ve been always uttering.
I did try to keep from her what I had. I told myself, “Young man, you are again infatuated. Just eat more burgers and it will pass.” But there’s actually much more reasons to like this woman that a first glance wouldn’t see and that’s the time that I cracked out! I did say the magic word. Words that build barriers. I wasn’t even thinking right and I told her I liked her! And she’s not happy about it…
(im sorry to cut the story. It just ended there. It’s just that I am honestly not sure what will happen next but once I knew, ill find time to do some writings.)
