September 3
Tomorrow I will see him. I don't know how I could face him. I don't know how to stand the hatred that I will be seeing on his face -- the betrayal, the pain that I have caused. My stomach is twisting into tight knots and my chest is constricted I could faint now.
I lay on the bed and saw his picture on my side table -- a silly smirk across his face as he was pinning me down because he wouldn't give me some of his ice cream. Tears began trickling.
September 4
Today, after a year, I will be ready to come in terms with the person whom I have had the longest grievance with.
I dropped by a flower shop and grabbed some white roses. He would like it, hopefully. He always did. He has some of his weird innate kabadingan as I always tell him. I drove to our meeting place and sat down on the cool grass. I looked around and he wasn't there.
Maybe he decided not to show up. I sighed as tiny shards of ice prick my whole being.
Then the stirring of the wind. And he was there.
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Tomorrow I will see him. I don't know how I could face him. I don't know how to stand the hatred that I will be seeing on his face -- the betrayal, the pain that I have caused. My stomach is twisting into tight knots and my chest is constricted I could faint now.
I lay on the bed and saw his picture on my side table -- a silly smirk across his face as he was pinning me down because he wouldn't give me some of his ice cream. Tears began trickling.
September 4
Today, after a year, I will be ready to come in terms with the person whom I have had the longest grievance with.
I dropped by a flower shop and grabbed some white roses. He would like it, hopefully. He always did. He has some of his weird innate kabadingan as I always tell him. I drove to our meeting place and sat down on the cool grass. I looked around and he wasn't there.
Maybe he decided not to show up. I sighed as tiny shards of ice prick my whole being.
Then the stirring of the wind. And he was there.
