"You made me realize that I don't deserve the kind of life I live. You made me realize how brat I am," you said, while trying to keep your balance as you try to walk on the edge of the gutter.
"You really are," I said.
It's past midnight and the cars in the vicinity are getting fewer. Some drunkards are still filling their system with poison. We glanced at each other. You beamed that same old smile. I tried to hide what I really feel. The cold wind tried to whip us. You held your jacket tighter.
"I really am what?"
"A brat," I shortly answered.
"Well, thanks. Call me out if you think I'm doing something stupid. You have taught me things I didn't think I'd be capable of. Thank you ha," there was a pause, "for making me realize things. I'm glad we bumped to each other and look at us now, we're getting to where we want to be," you continued.
We continued walking. We actually don't know where to go. We were just trying to figure out where to go or what to do next. Sex is not an option since we have discussed that we're not going to do it until we are sure of what we are to each other.
"You know what? You look really good when you smile. You look good when you're serious. It's just that you tend to look a bit scary and strict."
"Don't flatter me. I don't want to believe you," I said, trying to hide the rush I felt running to my cheeks.
You rested your arm on my left shoulder. Your heat warmed my body that's beginning to feel cold.
"Why don't you believe in me?"
"I don't know. Maybe I got used to it. I got used to being alone and got nobody to trust but myself. Maybe that's the reason why I don't want to believe you," I said, trying to stay calm despite my heart pounding really fast.
"Maybe you're just scared?"
"Scared of what?"
"Scared of me?" I heard you chuckled.
"Maybe. Maybe," I said.
I felt you pinch my cheek. We continued walking till we reached the lamp post adjacent to the house where I stay.
"Maybe, you're scared of yourself. Maybe you're afraid to try again. Maybe you're just trying your best to resist what you feel because you fear that you might fall flat to your face again. Maybe you're afraid to see yourself vulnerable."
That hit me. You just described what I feel.
Trying my best to play safe, I just answered you with a smile.
Before I can do anything, your lips already touched my forehead. I nodded like a kid, appreciating every gesture you do. The warmth I felt from my heart overcame the cold caused by this midnight wind.
"Maybe you'd like to give us a try."
I got speechless. I just answered you with a stare.
"Don't worry, I'm not rushing you," you beamed that sweet smile.
Before I could open my mouth to answer, your lips were there already. Giving me a sweet kiss. I just stared at you.
"Maybe you'd like to give us a try," you smiled then waved goodbye.
You headed back home and I started walking to mine.
"Maybe. Yes, maybe," I whispered.