My Cup of Tea
Can’t help feeling flutters in my stomach as I ended the chat.
I truly believe that all of our relationships with everyone in our lives are written in the stars and doesn’t matter how much we want them to go differently, we are all wired like this and meant to have these kind of interaction with those people.
“What happened to us? Why did we go separate ways? Must be you being an arse or something like that. I remember you’ve always been that to me.” Donnie asked as we try to recall our memories.
“Yeah I remember why. And yes it was me. You wanted me to be completely truthful with you and I just simply couldn’t. I wasn’t ready to open myself to anyone. I didn’t know myself, I was lost. So after you shut down the communication, I moved to Bali.”
Here is the thing about Donnie and I. We know we have affection for each other. Although we wouldn’t admit it for god’s sake. We connect not just intellectually but in so many ways. He is probably the smartest man I have ever been with (so far). Our conversation topics ranging from philosophy, movies, business, technology and food. There was never a dull moment with him. He blows my mind like no one else.
We were seeing each other for almost 2 years, on and off. Mostly me busy having someone else and turn to him only when I needed help. And then in the next 8 years after that, we don’t really communicate, life kept us apart.
Well, until I saw him on an Instagram ads talking about his stuff. It sprung some memories. Donnie is this tech maven, the reason why talking about techy stuff with him is always amusing. We talked about AI/ ML/ DL before it was something on the news. I miss having that kind of conversation. I miss having someone who could see through my soul, knows it, doesn’t like it but still willing to deal with it.
So I texted him on the channel we both like very much, I am pretty sure he is still on it, Telegram.
He is there.
Within seconds, we seamlessly catching up, became ourselves again to each other. It’s really odd to see how it goes. He is married now.
“Oh? Who is the poor girl?”
“I won’t tell you.”
“Yeah I couldn’t be any more careless anyway. How long have you been married for? Five years?”
“Yes about that long… how about you?”
“Divorced, three kids.”
“You are lying. No, honestly…”
“Haha divorced three kids doesn’t suit me?”
“Nah, maybe one kid in a few years from now, then you will be ready for it. So come on…” And he is not wrong.
“Okay, single. No kids.”
