Follow-up call from a giraffe's trail

The problem with loving ... a man who doesn't love you back is after he manages to find himself happiness, you get a sour feeling, liberally laced with bitterness and then your logical mind beautifies it - the aftertaste is a mixed cocktail of heartache, magnanimity and a stronger will to let go. And this special drink is just me. Everyone has their own unique blend and the order in which it is delicately mixed, makes each loving experience one that will never be understood by others.

And if you remember the tall male canadian fella, the one whom i lovingly coined giraffe, has found someone he likes. Finally, i may add. And the news was broken to me gently in the evening during dinner by another colleague. I saw her dart looks of apprehension towards my direction, uncertain how i would react but i did not respond much and even managed to smile. The birthday dream was broken and hence i did not harbour any remote hope of being labelled as "us" ever again and neither would i ever reconsider him as an option should suddenly one day pigs decide to sprout wings and fly subsequently receiving an invitation from him for a date.

And so i heard, the girl is a malaysian malay. She works and studies part-time. And she apparently works at the O'Brien's just below the office and they dated several times. Well at least, he would have big portions of O'Brien's sandwiches, i mused.

I lost a birthday wish but at least i gain a Christmas one. To know how it was like to feel such acute pain and also to let undeserving people out of my life.