...till you get to the center of the lolly? or better yet, how long does it take to finally know it's the right time? when do you know when the time is right?i was faced with this very same question barely 12 hours ago over lunch at heaven and eggs in glorietta--where i literally wolfed down a plateful of three types of sausages, rosemary and thyme-flavored potato wedges, over-easy scrambled eggs with onions, and two pancakes.
this, to date, is my nth time to have faced the question sans the Jeopardy theme/jingle playing in the background. ever since the pandemonium of a breakup between me and my ex, i have never saddled back into the commitment bandwagon. my friendster status has played from It's Complicated to Single and back to It's Complicated again. if there were any variable blank spaces under the space "Status", i would've permanently put Serial Dater, Currently Commitment Phobic. damn friendster and its limited canned status options.
with B in the picture, and an imminent expatriation on the line, time's a tickin' and some choices--mostly major--need to be made. and although labels are, really, for goods and not people, there will most definitely come a time when an earmark of some sort should be identified to define where B and i are in this presently charming picture. after all, we both are not getting any younger [insert ARRRRGGGH and sound effect of smashing China here].
*sigh*
in time, B. i'll be good and ready. and when that happens, we'll make beautiful days together. (and maybe babies? hehehehe) :)
for now, i'm restarting the countdown on my iGoogle widgets till you're back in my arms. it is now--since you left early this evening for the airport with tears in your eyes--officially 5 days 8 hours 13 minutes and 29 seconds remaining...and i'll be enveloping you in my tight embrace again.
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