Effort, Time and Affinity and what not

It takes effort to know a person.

I guess it all starts when you are curious. You want to know more about him. You are tempted to ask but you are too shy. Perhaps you are afraid, afraid that you might be too imposing. Well maybe at times you give in to temptations and ask, but mostly you observe. It always begin with birthday and horoscope, and eventually to the no whipped-cream Venti-sized Ice Mocha Latte ordered over at the cafe counter, or the small sized tight fitting white colored t-shirts that he wore, and gradually you begin to know more: From his favorite color to his favorite food; From his favorite book to his favorite movie; From his favorite singer to his favorite past-time. It all takes effort.


” If I can fool a bug… I can surely fool a man. People are not as smart as bugs” – Charlotte’s Web by EB White


It takes time to get accustomed to someone.

You don’t normally notice this at first, but as time goes pass. You notice every detail. His scent, his habit, his wits, his cheekiness, his laughter, his way of life. But then, it would have already been too late for you have already succumbed into an endless spiral of longing. You long for the way he pokes at his food before he eats, or the way he sniffs every morning before he arouses, or the way he poises himself when cooks for you. In a way, he dictates your actions. In a way, he is omnipresent.


” I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this.” – Norwegian Woods by Haruki Murakami


It takes moments to cherish a person.

It is often those arbitrary moments that you craft intentionally or unintentionally that makes effort seem real. From the planned surprises, to the horror movie dates, or the quiet walks at the park, even the long night drives, as well as the midnight calls. Anything, maybe everything, even the infinitesimal things can make the heart grows fonder.


“Even with nougat, you can have a perfect moment.” – The Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett.


It takes affinity for us to meet.

To be joined together in an impossible crowd. To be at the precise location and moment where and when eyes interlock, not a second sooner nor a second late.  He could have been the senior at college, or some other dude at a bus stop, or an encounter in a random pub, maybe Tinder.


“The vase was placed upon my desk, and there were orange-blossoms in it—orange-blossoms, in an English winter!” – Affinity by Sarah Waters


We all have this one person who we truly care. It is funny how this person can influence the way we live, and at the same time destroy us both emotionally and mentally.

But what’s hilarious is that all these fuss is nothing but one-sided arguments that occur only in your head. No one can see it. No one can hear it.




10 thoughts on “Effort, Time and Affinity and what not

    1. Hey there, thank you for the kind words. It’s always the little details that count. Your comment means a lot to me. I will work harder and come out with better pieces in the future!

      1. No, thank YOU for writing such an incredible post that makes you feel something on the inside when you read it. I can’t wait to see your future posts and what your blog becomes.

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