my thoughts
My first impression of him was that he was a very serious person. He was the guy that taught me my blended beverages recipe. He asked me to draw a table and then help me with the recipe to which I still have to this day. I heard him shout at one of the partners one day and I was terrified of him. I wondered if he would start shouting at me but thank god I rarely share the same shift with him. Time passed by and now we’re calling each other “darling”.
I owe most of my knowledge to him. He really did teach me a lot, how to steam milk and produce good foam, how to dismantle the bar mocha pump, how to calibrate the La Marzoco. He was like a mentor to me, teaching me all the necessary and yet still caring for me at the same time.
Time passed by and I felt really comfortable with him. Without his presence I felt something was amiss. He wasn’t supposed to be here at Leisure Mall, he helped us out because he was new and now on Monday, he’s going back to Maluri which he said he doesn’t want to as he doesn’t feel welcomed anymore. I understand how he feels; the partner(s) over there are somewhat unwelcoming sometimes.
We share so much in common. We both like Earl Grey, Raspberry Frappuccino and both of us have mood swings though perhaps his is worst than a girl’s. He did not give much material things but the immaterial things that he did give were invaluable. The effort he put in when making my hot chocolate is the first I’ve ever encountered. I laugh so much with him, the moments we share together and the phrases only both of us understand make me smile when I think of it. How long has it been since I laughed so hard and so sincerely? Thank you, Frankie for making my life brighter and for widening my knowledge. Thanks for the feedback to which I will try my hardest to change what needs to be changed.
On another hand I have him who is like the opposite of Frankie. If Frankie is the sun, he is the moon. Dark and lonely, he lurks among the shadows. He blends in effortlessly. His added advantage would be the years he has known me. We shared so many moments together, laughing and crying. Most of the things I have on me everywhere I go is the pick he gave me and the cell phone strap Harajuku girl hanging on my cell phone. I am reminded of him when I come in contact with these. I smell Hugo Boss Intense and I think of him because it was a gift from him. I remember him walking side by side with me when we crossed the street. He said if anything happens, the cars will hit him first and I felt touched that he actually thought of that.
I’m not sure if he is still what he is before. He said he has changed. I believe that he has from his hairstyle to his “don’t give a fuck” attitude. He used to be so different. Can life really change someone so drastically? His sincere laughter now seems to be a distant memory, slowly fading away. What I have now in front of me may not be the real person he is. I know he is depressed, lonely, tired and it rubs off on me. I know the type of person he is and it seems to resonate in me till I feel tired and breathless.
What Francesca said might be true. I am still young; all I have ever liked are boys not men. Maybe it really is not the time to be thinking of matters like these. I have survived so long without being in a serious relationship. What cannot break me will only make me stronger. Sure, I need pampering once in a while but I really would like all my current relationship to be where it is now. No added commitments, no added weight, just pure fun without any ties.
I would just like to say thank you to these two guys that have brought a difference to my life no matter how small it is.