TheContritions of Jasmine

It was merely the start of a wondrous bond, as so he thought. They say that relationships are dull without quarrels, he petulantly reminded himself that night. It would not be pertained as a quarrel when it was just a simple misunderstanding due to his insensitive retorts, in which he had regretted blurting out after realizing her sudden disappointment. Moreover, would it still be considered as a relationship when there’s not even a label to their little thing? Sad as it seemed, he only managed to sigh and place a note beside a mug of fresh jasmine tea in front of her apartment—it was her favorite, she once told him, and he would never forget. And so despite the anxiety that had started to well within him, a quick knock on the door was heard before he ran off.