So I put my *** on the bar stool,

"hey! scotch and soda please!"
a moment later, he pass my order,
"thanks!"
He flash a smile, and keep busy with his job.

"you know.. it's been a long week," I start my story,
"I have a lot things to do in school, and him.. OH MY GOD, Him!! I don't understand why he's so rude to me. He doesn't care with my feelings, he doesn't appreciate me at all..."
I sip my scotch a bit.

"...So, about last Saturday, I told him that I missed him, oh yeah! he told me that he missed me too.. but you know, he didn't give me his time to at least talk in the phone. What the ****. I don't need his stupid words tho.."
I sip my scotch a bit.

I look at the barista for a moment,
He looks at me in the middle of mixing the drink,
well I don't care if he doesn't care with my story.
I just need to tell my problem to somebody.

"you know, I'm trying to be a better girlfriend.
I'm trying to stop flirting around or fooling around with other guys,
I'm trying to be more tolerance and ****..
but seems it's all useless.."
I sip my scotch a bit.

He stops mixing the drink,
and now he's wiping the table while looking me in the eye.

"Sometimes I think that he forget how to use his brain.
because every time there's a problem with us, he can't analyse by himself,
he keeps asking the same question. And I'm so tired you know??
I'm so tired explaining the same thing all over again.."
I sip my scotch a bit.

He still looks at me without a word.

"And you know, I wish he looks at his self in the mirror.
It's not me who's messing around. It's him too!!!!
I want him to reflect, how he did to me is really breaking my heart.
I wish he's standing in my shoe, so he knows how much pain I have to endure while I'm bearing with him..
I wish he would ever know.."
I sip my scotch a bit.

and before I open my mouth for another complaints,
he cut my words and say,

**"how much longer will you hold on? why are you still there?"