The mad rush of the water against my hands momentarily clears me of my drunken state. I stare at my cellphone, lazily floating away in the sink before i realize what a complete idiot i was to put it down beside the faucet. Damn damn damn. Its lights flicker momentarily before succumbing to its untimely death.
Damn. damn. damn.
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I found temporary refuge in your arms. Last night's fiasco still permeates a bit while i slept, yet your company kept it at bay.
The morning came and with it, my memories. Damn. damn. damn.
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No chance to speak or talk about what's done. *sigh* at This point, i don't even know how to bring it up. Yet in our silence we find a common ground. What is, is. Whatever the hell THAT is.
TRESE Book 7 launch at MIBF 2019
5 years ago
2 comments:
i know EXACTLY how it feels to see how much water your cellphone can soak up. Miss u! Batang Blue ridge ka na pala ha. :)
rey --- salamat! hope you drop by again soon (i hope i'm in a less bitchy moded by then)
manils --- yufyuf! kitakits naman tayo minsan..lapit na lang ako sa inyo eh ;-)
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