It’s 2 in the morning again. I have sneaked out of my house to meet you. I remember when I used to do the exact same thing a year ago. Forbidden love, as what they would call it. But until this point I cannot seem to admit to myself that it was love, after all. I have only agreed to meet you at parties. Or when my friends and I feel like drinking coffee at dawn. At first I would be hesitant to call you but once I do, I feel secured and comforted. Comforted of the fact that when everyone else goes to bed, I still have you; that I am not alone, that I will always have company. Through my darkest times you have put up with me. At one point, when I have been too attached, I promised myself I would stay away from you. But I just cannot. Not when I am depressed, not even now when I am happy. I do not want you to feel bad, your worth is not only remembered when I am sad. I am very much happy right now. In fact, I am beginning to regain my lost self, the one you did not meet. But that is what I love about you, you can be there for anyone, anytime. You have been there with me and my friends when we wanted to talk about life and problems. You also have been there at that coffee shop, where I talked about how ecstatic I was about the good news that day. I would love to spend this morning with you and some coffee but all I have to offer right now is a bottle of milk tea I bought from 7 11. You do not mind, do you? I wish my friends were here too, I am sure they would love to be with us but I guess it’s just the two of us for now. I am not complaining though. I love this. These secret getaways. This will be our moment.
2 in the morning, while everybody is asleep.
