Diary Lies

Dear Diary

Two days have passed and my phone has been silent. Just when I had nearly given up hope on a call from A, the phone rang.

my phone had been silent. Just when I thought I could give up hope on receiving A’s call, the phone rang.

“Hey, it’s me.” He said, “How are you?”

How am I? I wanted to say “No I am not fine. I am miserable. I am in a terrible state because I am thinking of you all the time.” But I didn’t say it. Instead, I answered as if I couldn’t care less: “I am fine. You?”

He was unavailable for two days because he had to have a small operation, he said. He got injured in one of the games and now the games were over he needed to fix those problems.

I know about his injury. I also know about why he was unavailable.

A is married. With children.

I know. I googled him.

It was not difficult at all to find information about him. A few keywords combined with the name of his team, A turned into pages of Google Search. This man even has his own wikipedia page.

And this man said, “I have a crush on you.”

I wondered if it was because of his fame that made me wanted to be with him. No it cannot be. Because I had no idea about him before he entered into my life, that faithful 9 hours.

It was his whispers, his beautiful smiles, his hands that grabbed me closer to him, his lips, the way he kissed; it was…it was because on that day when we were naked in front of each other he somehow left a mark on me without penetrating me.

We talked very briefly before he hung up the phone. “Alright, I gotta go.” He said, “I miss you.”

There. He’s done it again.