Despite a hectic schedule during the late afternoon which saw me rushing to and fro from hall to town and vice versa, I managed to get rid of the initial irritation and fatigue, sat down and had a nice dinner together with nj.
I can't really remember when was the last time we actually sat down for a nice dinner together or hold a proper conversation because there had been a somewhat communication breakdown or something. Or maybe I was just being petty about the little things. Actually I still am, but it's a trade off. I wanted to see him.
It was a nice birthday treat (very belated one though) and we were just talking about how time really really flies. He couldn't believe that I've been through two full academic years in Uni already. Time and tide really wait for no man. Overtime, some things changed, some remained the same, for better or for worse.
I was savouring every moment of the dinner, that it almost seemed like a date. I was jittery about what to wear, anxious to look good, like a young teenager going to a date for the first time. How nostalgic.
Nothing scandalous about going on a date "behind" dear, just that it's a nice break from all the things that had been happening. I don't foresee myself putting on a front for long. Trying to detach myself from what dear's going through because I've always been helpless. Probably only good at stepping on his tail or upset him further.
Yes, he can definitely find consolation in someone better. Maybe I can too.
I missed going on a nice date.
