I am a very passionate person, about a whole lot of things. When I want to be passionate with someone, I remember every conversation we've had, every time they've touched me, and every single thing we did or neglected to do together. I guess that's what makes me a hopeless romantic in more ways than I need to be.

The last conversation I suspect I shall have with my crush was on Thursday night. He came up and sat beside me, and I inquired about our aborted movie date the day before. He didn't really want to go and I could tell. Then, I wrote down 3 words with a marker on the palm of his soft pale hand. I remember those words so well because they might eventually make or break me.

Spontaneity. Spontaneous. Wild Weekend.

I explained the first 2 but the last one I let his imagination run wild with. Why do I remember random stupid things like these? It was just one of those moments where you just want to hold onto it, and hopefully make the best of it because it might not happen again. One of those few chance encounters cupid gives us a chance to explore. I guess the last word sort of ruined the long line of sense the first 2 seemed to be making. I guess. However, I shall often or not remember that day, the words, and smirk on his face for a long time to come.

Cupid give me one more chance. Please.