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[mymiles27]

MY HEAD IS A BUNDLE OF CONFUSED THOUGHTS

You confuse me.

In a pleasant kind of way

I like the havoc you cause

The mess you could make

The clutter of thoughts you leave

Your intentions are clear

But turns blurry everyday

Though I like the unsoftened focus

Of not knowing what to think

Pls don't ask more than what I can give

Cause maybe I like the confusion

A little sick of too much reality

Your escape fuels the dying flame

And brings about a well laid mystery

A secret too crazy to reveal

I kinda like or miss or love you

In a way that needs to be expressed

But of course I keep myself on check

I know a lot of things but I don't know this

Or maybe this cold heart is starting to feel

I hope not

Not again

Not ever

Stupid as stupid can be

Then here you are again

Smiling at me

I'm just done denying

I'm yours

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A STORY OF HOW WE MET

Part 2

I continued work as a cardiac technologist everyday for a couple more years in the same hospital as hers. I would be assigned to the Emergency Room for a week every 3 weeks or so, but mostly I stayed on the 3rd floor of the hospital where life dragged on.

From time to time I would be called to take tests on the floor. At which point, I would be roaming around and taking my time.

Illegally, I would park my machine over to the laboratory or somewhere I know someone who can look after it. I would secretly drop by the emergency room, which by the way is situated on the ground floor. I had to travel 2 floors down illegally, just to catch a glimpse of her.

And man, it's always worth it. Seeing her in her blue scrubs just always looking down and working tirelessly. It's like she never stops. The few moments I see her stop would be when she hangs out with her friends.

One time, I dropped by the ER station to see my friends (and of course her). I stayed there for an hour after my shift ended. I talked to whoever was there just to catch a glimpse. I didn't see her anywhere. I thought, it's been an hour. Maybe she didn't go to work. I usually get in trouble at home if I don't go straight home.

I was getting ready to leave, bid goodbye to my friends. I quickly turned around and bumped straight into her.

Again the slowmo. Me, turning too fast and bumping almost into her face. Her steth gone askew but she quickly put it back in place. She looked at me apologetically, both hands raised. As if to protect herself or in my head I might have imagined her reaching out for me so I don't fall. I don't really know. I stepped back twice to regain my footing.

I could relive it over and over in my head. And it wouldn't be as sweet as the first time I heard her voice.

"ay sorry ga"

Her voice is played nonstop, amplified and on repeat after that day. It was the voice I'd know anywhere. Too soft and kind to even be upset about waiting for an hour. Too sweet and lovable to even worry about losing my balance or hurting my back. Not even anything could compare.

"ok lang"

Was my quick retort. Breathing was too hard to add another. She raised her hand again to wave goodbye and stomped on quickly ahead. My day was complete.

I got home about two hours later. There was no one to scold me, they were all out, probably playing Bingo. So I slept in great ease, recounting how my day was sooo great. I've decided do it again tomorrow.

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A STORY OF HOW WE MET

Working in a hospital environment is not an easy feat. I have to be up in my toes all the time. I was a good cardiac technologist. I was fairly new and was just recently assigned to the EMERGENCY ROOM.

I was busy going about my day in the ER. Couped up in our station, the overhead monitor will just announce the need for me when it arises. Then we go and finish our task at hand. It's a routine.

I was busy chatting with my coworkers, when I heard the startling cackle of the overhead monitor requesting assistance in the Primary Care.

I sighed. It annoyed me a little bit that someone from Primary, the non critical patients, still need my test. But hey, it's work. I got up quickly and pushed my machine towards the small room. Turned left and entered the slightly cramped space they have for me.

I mostly just look down and made sure no one gets rolled over by the machine. Don't want anyone complaining.

A nurse approached me and gave me the request for Bed 6. I agreed and turned my head and just stopped in my tracks.

The nurse's station usually only has 1 or 2 nurses waiting. At that moment, there was only one. It was her.

She was bent over a chart, probably studying it. Reading it over and over. Her hair reached just below her chin and some of her fringe fell to her eyes. She brushed it off and started writing on a piece of paper or maybe on the chart. I don't really know. I couldn't focus. I just looked at her face.

Her face was such a dream.

Her lips held a smile that doesn't look like it was smiling. It was more like a permanent smirk that means she's smart. I loved it. Her nose was arched perfectly with the bones of her cheeks. Her hair was dark and a little wavy. She took a slow breath and closed the chart, raising her face towards where I was standing. Towards me.

It felt like the world slowed down a little bit. No, more like went on hyper slowmo. Her hair fell to her eyes again and with her hand she brushed it up ever so slowly. It was causing some sort of commotion inside my chest, her movements. She wasn't looking straight at me but I know I was melting. I wanted to run as my heart skipped and was almost going to arrhythmia. I felt the tug in my heart that made me lose my breath.

She was soooo pretty. Solemn and perfect in her blue uniform. The steth on her shoulders swayed slowly as she stood up and stamped her little stamper. She pushed her pen on her chest pocket and carried her chart, ready to leave the station.

Oh my dear heart has started pounding like crazy as she looked my way again. She was now heading towards the door out of Primary Care when I caught a curve on the side of her lips. Just a tiny bit. I'm not sure if she was smiling, maybe not. Her face is one with a warm smile on it all the time. The kind of smile that reaches her eyes, as sincere as the person who holds it.

I kept looking, pretending to wait for my patient that I have not even attended to. Didn't even reach Bed 6. I watched her slowly talk to a patient in Bed 2 and studied how she moved. All her gestures were causing ripples in my chest.

I wondered what was happening to me. It was the first time I ever felt like that. It's exhilarating.

Suddenly, no one else was in the room. She looked straight at me. Her eyes, ever so radiant and clear, looked straight at me for a split second. Those lips I was so mesmerized at, hooked up into a curve and smiled. A friendly smile that took a good 8seconds for me to recover from. I gasped in air but forgot to breathe it out. She left and went out of the door.

What just happened?? Did I just meet the love of my life? Did she just look at me, smiled at me? She didn't know me but she smiled. Oh my God that smile. I have it framed in my head for the next two decades.

By the way, I was called again on the overhead monitor and immediately went to Bed 6, finished the test.

Her face was stuck in my head. The prettiest face I have ever seen. Oh dear, I think I just fell in love. I didn't even know her name.