Teach Me How To Love"It's Christmas today. Can I hear your answer?" I read on Google Talk the moment I opened my Gmail.
"What about Christmas?" I typed back immediately, slightly agitated. Why can't he let go?
"Most lovers get their answers on Christmas "
I leaned back on my chair and sighed. "I gave you my answer a long time ago."
"Not even a little bit of that feeling remains?"
"No." And there never was that feeling. By then I was annoyed for the fact that I had given him my answer two months ago before he turned into a jerk.
"Fine! Fine, then."
That was the last I heard from him.
Two months ago, he had said he loved me. He had always been cute and I liked him as a friend.
After his confession, I still hung around him. He had always been a close guy-friend. That was my first mistake. I had given him false hope.
"Can I hug you?" he asked me one day.
One thing that hadn't changed about him was that he's straightforward, and probably the most I've met even until now.