love song.

last monsoon, you told me that mangoes are not always sweet.
you were grumpy and you walked away.
"choose the sweet ones, then", i said as an afterthought.
but you were gone.
and you did not listen.

it is winter now.
i wish it snowed here.
then i could watch you rant and rage about how you are stuck inside and can not possibly leave.
yes, you would not be able to walk away anymore.
and then you could listen to what i have to say.
about sunshine and woolens and cantaloupes.
yes, you would know that i wanted to be with you under a cantaloupe someday.
maybe today.
but it does not matter.
you left.
and you left the door ajar.
and now, the cold december wind gushes in as an afterthought.
yes, afterthoughts.
that is what this is all about.

no, i don't like the beaches.
i'll go, still.
i wish you'd go to all those concerts we missed because you did not want to go.
i am going because you told me that you'll pick me up in an hour.
it is going to be 178 minutes in 24 seconds.

you dream of owning a 2008 Ferrari Scuderia.
i still depend on dad for my pocket money and part-time writing does not pay me as much.
please don't be mad at me for buying you the Hot Wheels version instead.

i still have the wilted red rose you gave me on my birthday.

i hope you know that i love you.
and i hope you hope that i hope the same.
hope.

it has been 194 minutes and 47 seconds.