Monday, December 1, 2014

Having my usual Tomato and Herb Linguine and Original Mocha Ice Blended for lunch on a Monday, December 1st, I thought of you.

Accidents happen—events we don’t expect to occur, whether good or bad, that are even beyond our imagination. A few nights ago, there was an accident voice recording on my phone, perhaps, my tipsy fingers incidentally clicked.

Today, I listened to the seven-minute split voice memo only to find myself smiling alone at a coffee shop I normally visit. I guess I have such vast imagination having series of motion pictures in my head in sync with the record of our conversation in your car with our favorite song playing in the background and you singing along with it.

I don’t get it. How can the thought of you make me both happy and sad at the same time? How can the memories I have with you make me both cringe and grin at the same time? How can the times I spend with you make me both nervous and comfortable at the same time? How in the world can you make me hate and like you at the same time? can you make me feel two contradicting thing at the same time? How can I have all these feelings all at once?