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27/366 Okay, I can’t help but continue what I was blogging earlier. So we talked in Cafe Noriter, where I had my lunch too. I won’t go into the details but for the sake of blogging and making myself remember what happened on the 27th of January this year, I’ll share some bits of what happened. Hmmm, let’s see. (I’m seriously thinking right now)…well basically it’s just the say-it-to-my-face version of our online conversations during the past few days. Nothing really added up to my knowledge, except for the fact that he shared “the other side of the story”. He told me some of the things that I wasn’t seeing online, a.k.a. Things Jul Secretly Do. It made me kilig in a way, but I don’t really want to dwell much on that cuz it just makes me hope for something else. Also, the talk wasn’t very emotional, for he was laughing during our conversation, I don’t know why (add it to the not-very-private feel of the place). There are times when he’d just laugh and then I’ll ask why he’s laughing and he won’t say why. I didn’t find it rude though, so I kinda laughed with him too. Crazy creatures. Actually, I was more emotional on the way home ‘cause before riding the LRT, we parted ways (even if we were heading to the same place). I felt the loneliness at that time, I needed to wear my sunglasses just so people won’t see that I’m crying. I went straight to the van terminal and was secretly waiting for him to show up, but almost 5 minutes have passed but he still didn’t arrive. But then, a few seconds before the van I was going to ride on arrived, he came. I was missing him so much so I invited him to make singit in the queue of people. So yeah, we ended up going home together. It was happy and sad at the same time - happy, because I got to be beside him and got the chance to look at his face again; sad, because as much as I wanted to hold his hand, I can’t. He offered me his take-out McDo meal; at first, I declined…but I really wanted to eat fries so I stole a piece of French fries from him. That is all. I was just quiet during the whole trip home. After alighting the vehicle, we had to cross the road. I felt the highschool kilig when he held my arms while crossing……… anyway. So yeah I bid goodbye but then, he hugged me. I can’t help but hug him back. Actually, I think I hugged him tighter and longer than what he expected. Anyway, I didn’t regret anything. I knew it might be the last time so I had to grab the opportunity. And then he said “Mamimiss kita”. That. Just. Triggered. All. The. Tears. In. My. System. To. Come. Out. /dead P.S. Notice that black thing at the upper right part of the photo? That’s his foot. K.

27/366

Okay, I can’t help but continue what I was blogging earlier. So we talked in Cafe Noriter, where I had my lunch too. I won’t go into the details but for the sake of blogging and making myself remember what happened on the 27th of January this year, I’ll share some bits of what happened.

Hmmm, let’s see. (I’m seriously thinking right now)…well basically it’s just the say-it-to-my-face version of our online conversations during the past few days. Nothing really added up to my knowledge, except for the fact that he shared “the other side of the story”. He told me some of the things that I wasn’t seeing online, a.k.a. Things Jul Secretly Do. It made me kilig in a way, but I don’t really want to dwell much on that cuz it just makes me hope for something else.

Also, the talk wasn’t very emotional, for he was laughing during our conversation, I don’t know why (add it to the not-very-private feel of the place). There are times when he’d just laugh and then I’ll ask why he’s laughing and he won’t say why. I didn’t find it rude though, so I kinda laughed with him too. Crazy creatures.

Actually, I was more emotional on the way home ‘cause before riding the LRT, we parted ways (even if we were heading to the same place). I felt the loneliness at that time, I needed to wear my sunglasses just so people won’t see that I’m crying. I went straight to the van terminal and was secretly waiting for him to show up, but almost 5 minutes have passed but he still didn’t arrive. But then, a few seconds before the van I was going to ride on arrived, he came. I was missing him so much so I invited him to make singit in the queue of people. So yeah, we ended up going home together. It was happy and sad at the same time - happy, because I got to be beside him and got the chance to look at his face again; sad, because as much as I wanted to hold his hand, I can’t.

He offered me his take-out McDo meal; at first, I declined…but I really wanted to eat fries so I stole a piece of French fries from him. That is all. I was just quiet during the whole trip home. After alighting the vehicle, we had to cross the road. I felt the highschool kilig when he held my arms while crossing……… anyway. So yeah I bid goodbye but then, he hugged me. I can’t help but hug him back. Actually, I think I hugged him tighter and longer than what he expected. Anyway, I didn’t regret anything. I knew it might be the last time so I had to grab the opportunity. And then he said “Mamimiss kita”. That. Just. Triggered. All. The. Tears. In. My. System. To. Come. Out. /dead

P.S. Notice that black thing at the upper right part of the photo? That’s his foot. K.

  1. cmz-ross said: this post is heartbreaking i cant even…breathe.
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