“… Are you listening at all?” He asked, mildly irritated.
“I ceased to be interested a moment ago.” She replied, unapologetically.
There was once a person who could intrigue her with the simplest of sentences, one who could tickle her with a slight rise of eyebrows. Thoughts quietly exchanged along with undetectable grins. Her memory is a blur. Like pieces of different puzzles, none make sense. All she has are vague ideas of what it once was like. She remembers being intensely engaged. She remembers laughing hard, as though having uncontainable, concrete joy bursting out of her ribcage. She remembers soft, caramelized whispers in a crowded place, comfortable silence on the bench, the touching of hands. She remembers the side of the face, so calm and tender that had always drawn her in, mesmerized. But she too remembers the hairdryer thrown, china smashed, words that cut like knifes. She remembers waking up, unable to breathe, and the pang that followed every heartbeat…
“Just kidding, ha.” She reached out to him. “Come on, don’t pull a long face.”
Seeing his still gloomy countenance, she gave him a smooch on the cheek and a sparkle of smile blossomed where it landed.