He loves you Zia. He really really does.

by zia at 05:47 AM on June 08, 2001

No, hate to burst the bubble but this is not the sequel to Part One. But rather, a rude transition that challenged and deflated the authority of Part-Three-Formerly-Known-as-The-Part-Two. Like it or not, it is here to stay.

*****************************************************************************

The man I like said this to me:

"Now I remember what I wanted to tell ya....

There are only 2 possibilities. Either,

1. We eat MORE of each other's shit but this time it's our business.

2. We end up in ( censored ) and eating even more of each other's shit for the rest of our lives."

I was deeply moved. And kitty rubs herself delicately against my bosom. Manifesting satisfaction from the artful expression.

*****************************************************************************

Zia: Be yourself.

Him: I can't be myself if I don't turn you on.

I managed a grin. My kitty purred with delight.

*****************************************************************************

"Is that so hard to realize that I so fuckin like you ?"

I was caught off-guard. Kitty tripped over her tail in disbelieve and fell flat on her little furry face.

He really really really LIKES me? * ignores the whinning kitty *

*****************************************************************************

The man who likes me said to me:

"Do you miss me ? Did you think of me when you were in varsity today?"

I wish I could find words to tell him how his presence has sewn up my absorption. How he ventilated tender heat to thaw my being. How he ruthlessly attacked my thoughts, when they were struggling to adhere to their comtemplated priorities. How I kept seeing his name in my little poetry book, unable to register a single line of expression but him. How I shamefully caught myself writing down his name, when my crisp sheet demand the intended notes. How can I admit my fatuous design when my pride threatens suicide by default.

I render him guilty. Guilty for every thought that impaled my concentration. For every conscious moment that scrapped through my heart.

I revealed, no, I vomitted. The system rejected input and informed error detected.

Because I can't handle the truth. Yet.

*****************************************************************************

"I love you jia "

I spluttered. Kitty gasped. Those words were heavily soaked with unexpressible sentiment. I quickly collect myself only to find myself mashed over and over by the effect. Kitty ran. Kitty hits wall. Bang. Kitty passed out. Kitty's last words, "The world has gone mad.".

*****************************************************************************

"Can we have a relationship? I hate not being able to preserve what we can have together. So can we still have a relationship?"

He thought. He thought about it. A lot.

I don't want to express how I feel about it. Because I was a bit hurt. Kitty was very quiet. But I know she's distraught.

Thanks to my unchecked conscience, I realized that I had long acknowledged the truth by means of denial.

And now, the truth has met its match?

*****************************************************************************

Then I saw the ANSWER. He was sitting cross-leg in a corner, not too far away. I looked at him and he stared back at me.

"You knew I was here all along Zia" His intense eyes bore into my denial gaze. I turned away from the accusing attention.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Still refused to look at him.

"Sure you do. You can't run away from me. And I can't hide from you. We're bonded by design of reality." He touched my arm.

I recoiled.

Kitty knew I was dejected. Kitty knew his words injured me gravely. Kitty is sad.

Little did she know, I wasn't hurting too bad. I was partially shielded. My obstinacy absorbed most of the blow and the residuum just sharply arrested my oxygen intake, only to have it resume operation as the effect fades by degree.

Then I smiled, patted kitty's head and was rewarded a wtf? . Dear kitty, if only you knew.

*****************************************************************************

Kitty wants to know what's next.

We shall see, sweetie. We shall see.

*****************************************************************************

This is waaaay too long. >_< . I've breached my conscience and violated the word limit. Aaaaaa! Michael is going to skin my little kitty. Aaaaaa! I'm now packing my bags. Gotta start running. Run far far away from Michael and gang. Run far far where nobody can get a piece of my sexy kitty. Run, kitty, run!