Fallacy Of Attachment

We learn that he listens to Bamboo. He can even mimic his voice when he finds himself holding a microphone. Having the same musical taste, we share a common playlist. He knows Spiteri like I do. He may be familiar with Corgan and Rzeznik but he is attracted more the euphony of Rivermaya. He finds great awe being surrounded by trees. If only he knew the depth of my affection to the canopy. A press of the palm of my hands as I pass by a huge trunk reveals my veneration. He said he used to sit by the shore as a kid to watch the sun set. No wonder we saw an ethereal glow on his face as dusk heralds the passing of a day.

At a hindsight, all elements are present: It was a hang out that could have been a romantic date.

Sa ikalawang palapag ng Ministop Home Depot, nakaupo kami sa lamesa habang tahimik na kumakain. Pareho naming gusto ang luto ng fried chicken doon. Bukod kasi sa big piece ito ay iba rin ang timpla ng kanilang breading. Sa malayo ay matatanaw ang kapatagan ng Marikina. Lubog na ang araw at tanging ang kalat-kalat na liwanag na lang ang patuloy na nakikipaglaban sa pagbalot ng dilim. Kami lang ang tao sa ikalawang palapag; Ang manaka-nakang harutan ay nauwi sa masarap ng kuwentuhan. Malalim ang naging palitan namin ng kuro-kuro tungkol sa nalalapit na halalan. Marami siyang na-obserbahan na aking sinang-ayunan. Mula roon ay napunta ang usapan sa buhay buhay. Palibhasa'y dehado kaya't ako ang naparami ng kuwento. Nakilala niya na rin ang ikatlong tinuturing kong grupo.

Mister Deja Vu had fun, he said.

But behind the false appearance of being buddies lies a truth that we had a sleazy history. He was (and might still be) a fuck buddy. In all the ages we slept with strangers, we avoid going out with them out of fear of learning the truth:

That it's hard not to fall knowing you have belatedly found your match.