Thanks to Montano and Neruda

In the heat of socialite-slash-queens SLASHING each other through blogs, I was able to make contact to this special person. This happened last Monday during my lunchbreak. Me and my office friends (including him) were conversing about the Talented Mister Montano blog. I am so interested to know what this blog has since its on the news almost every night so I asked them to send the link to me.

When I got back to my station to check my mail I did not expect that this special person will make the initiative to send it. The person made contact, in an unexpected way.

Then I sighed to myself, "Thank you Mr. Montano."

So I replied back with a note: "Gracias. This is fun :-)"

Hours later the person replied back that he is sleepy.

It's just a small chit-chat using office email. Good thing no one noticed me blushing on my station, as others are suspecting me of having a new flame. Well, its just a simple office thing that helped me (in a way) to be motivated to go to work.

As the shift ended, he sent an email with a subject "For Those Who Are In Love".

This gave me the idea that the person probably knows I am in love. It made me paranoid actually, feels like I'm in deep sh*t.

Oh well, he sent me a poem from Pablo Neruda. I love poetry.


by Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

An educated person who is inclined to poetry. Definitely a turn-on. Slowly - I will try to penetrate this person's world - one small step at a time.

Thank you Mr. Montano and to Mr. Neruda.