It was a rough week filled with crucial meetings and deadlines that were met in the nick of time; thank God it’s Friday. My friends at work and I decided to go to a club after work to de-stress. As agreed, we prepared ourselves for a night out in our friend’s apartment a few blocks away from the office. We had our little black dresses on, clutches in our hands and stiletto heels on our feet, ready to party and mingle.
A few daquiris and tequilas later, the party got wilder. We danced to the latest hits on the radio, remixed and pumped up with electronic tunes. All five of us were on the dance floor, enjoying the adrenalin and company. Selena’s new song, Same Old Love, played. Still drowning in the music, we continued to dance and sing the lyrics aloud despite being drunk and out of tune.
Soon enough, I felt arms around my waist, locking me in an embrace. I heard a very familiar voice, saying, “Found you.”
My friends pointed behind me. I felt the embrace loosen and so, I turned around. I saw you… that same old love. I smiled and greeted you with a tight hug. “It has been so long…”
“Let’s dance,” You held my hand and separated me from the group. My friends said that they’ll wait for me at our table and to have fun. I nodded and turned my attention to the man holding my hand. He still looked like the boy I used to know. He was the boy who used to play games with me and who dealt with my insecurities and curiosities. He was the support system I needed back then, a very good friend I trusted and relied upon. But like all friendships and everything else, the one he and I shared simply faded after parting ways and not communicating for a long while. It had to stop, anyway, whatever it was.
But he found me. In the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by people, I stood facing him. He started swaying to the beat of Selena’s song. I followed suit, dancing close to him. He placed his hands on my hips and brought me closer. He did not say anything, just like before. He simply was there. I would lean onto him and let myself go whenever I was with him. When that stopped, no one knew how much I missed his presence in my life but…
I’m so sick of that same old love.
… I wasn’t the only one there. I was only considered a friend in need. That was… not right… not good for me.
I had a lot of questions, starting with “Why now?” because he and I left things up in the air. It was pointless. I knew my place. I couldn’t be the girl who stayed with him because I couldn’t stay. I had to go.
But, that night, I kept dancing close to him. My hands stayed on his shoulders. He led this dance. I looked into his eyes and so did he. The song kept playing but we slowly stopped moving. His hand cupped my cheek. He leaned forward and kissed me, just like before.
… so sick of this love.
His lips parted mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, not minding that we were surrounded by many strangers. He held me tighter against his body. I responded and kept holding him close because it was one familiar thing I missed. But I knew better. I knew where this would take me and I honestly didn’t want that anymore. So, I broke the kiss and pushed myself away from him. I kept my hands on his shoulders; his on my waist. He wanted to hold me close again. I gave him a sad smile and shook my head… and I turned around and never looked back.
… that same old love.
The song changed. My friends met me halfway and we went back to dancing. One, the friend who knew, handed me a new glass of tequila, saying, “For that same old love?”
I took the glass and said, “No, for a new tomorrow.”
——-owo——-
Notes:
– I actually have been thinking of writing this since I heard Selena Gomez’s song called Same Old Love. Having this song played in a club and having this we-meet-again-but-nope-not-opening-yesterday’s-doors scene is just perfect.
– I have not been to a bar since early this year so I don’t know how this song would sound like mixed with EDM. I’d love to hear it, though.
– I also have not written something besides dialogue. I wrote decent paragraphs and a LOT of dialogues but it never molded into a piece as concrete as this one. I haven’t even finished all my backlog and now it’s 6 months worth of backlog. OTL
– This proves that I can still write but I’m not as good as I was before. I used to be a bit more flowery and descriptive so I need more practice.
– I still haven’t finished that poetry series I started last year. I honestly lost interest but I’d love to finish it as my 2016 poetry writing project. I had the story laid out last year. I just ran out of fuel for writing. That seems to be happening a lot these days.
Let me know what you think in the comments section below. 
XOXO,
Anj
