Members Love Letters

I thought the feelings get a bit stronger,
As you and I grow closer.
I knew some how it gets colder,
If I will stay you a bit longer.

I have not found the feelings for you.
And I was pushed to be blue.
I knew that it is not something new
The love I have is not truly for you.

I’m afraid I might loose a friend
If I say let’s just be friends.
I know somehow you feel it too.
The love I have is not really for you.

I may be blinded by my friends and tribe
But please forgive me for I still have my pride.
I cannot say I love you too.
Co’z it’s not true and I know you’ll be blue.

Some of the times, I meet a person, talk to them for a while and even befriend them, even if for the little time that I get to know them, and it may be a while before I see them again, but within that time frame of having not seen them, though having thought about them on a continuous basis, that I, I guess like a lot of people, unless you have a photographic memory, can’t remember every detail; which I found rather amusing after talking to a young lady. I was sitting in front of Popeye’s on Al Rigga Rd., one of the main strips in Dubai, when I began talking to a young Turkish lady while having a cup of coffee on a nice January afternoon. We must have sat there and talked for over an hour, she even introduced me to one of her friends, and was about to help me find a hotel room after I had decided to spend an extra night since I was having such a wonderful time there. And I may have seen her a few times there sitting inside having a light lunch, while I usually sit outside, wait on a drink or a bite to eat and enjoying the passing by of so many different peoples, since it’s a nice area, sort of the shopping and dinning district, and thus the sidewalks are lined from on end of several blocks to the other with tables and chairs where if instead of sitting inside and having a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, you can order and have the waitress bring you food out to you at your table.

I’m a coffee pub hopper as you know by now; a place where I go to regroup or get focused to start a venture in a new place; thus I’ll go to different coffee shops, find me a window seat, if not sitting on the outside, get me a hot cup of coffee and sit there and enjoy life, its people, and what it has to offer for about twenty to thirty minutes, and it can make a complete day. Ironically I met Milana one evening after sitting there trying to decide what to do or what to do next. The next morning I woke up still trying to figure out what was going on, only to find her sitting there on the edge of the bed on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons. I had just taken for granted that she had awaken earlier than I had and turned on the TV, while I lay there still asleep after a long night, that after awakening, I could only vaguely remember.