Cubao, May 29
We sat, ordered, and talked about the most random of things. As the alcohol went down, silence did too. It was awkward, like we were waiting for something that's never bound to come, and then you spoke, words I would never expect to hear from you. You told me things, you wouldn't dare tell anyone else. With that, I knew your story.
Paranaque, May 30
We made our way to the farthest place I would go to during that time of night. Before I knew it we were at Paranaque. The cab ride was long, yet I wished it would never end. I saw tears run down your face as we held hands. That moment on, we're on to something. Something I would never like to lose, but something inside of me tells me it's something I would last think of to have. I was scared.
Pasay, May 30
I was in your bedroom. Thank you,
