Enrique.He could easily just sweep off any girl’s feet and make them head over heels for him with just his words. I wouldn’t even deny that my heart stopped (not literally) for a while when I heard that phrase from him.He just knows it. Without even having to exert any effort. He’d easily make progress.I don’t even know where he was getting all these words! It was like he was vomiting sweet phrases every now and then, and oddly enough, I’d even end up daydreaming about it as if it felt nice.I mean… it was nice. It feels nice when it feels like someone’s there to wait for you.But it felt weird—well at least for me—that someone was seeing light behind my darkness even when he knew everything that I went through. Sure… I was different among the girls he’d meet, or every socialite they’d set up for a blind date with him—but I was different in a bad way!I did ha

“Fuck.”God forbid that was the first word that came out of my mouth when I woke up with a really bad headache. It wasn’t new, to be honest—I deal with it almost a day or two within a week. Doctors said it was chronic and had to take medicines, but I just try to hold it in if I could.I didn’t want to skip work for the day, but I was really sick that leaving my bed for a while just gives me bad headaches I would never want to experience ever again—but it has always been a part of me, thanks to migraines.When I called sick to my manager, Mila was fast to call. I couldn’t even determine if she was my friend or a manager who nags way too much when you get ill over stressors of some sort.It felt nice… to have someone nag you because you don’t put much concern over yourself. It’d probably sound ridiculous, but it feels nice—maybe because I grew up not having anyone by my side to dictate wheth

Out of sight. Out of mind. I was living that quote for a while now—I was getting the best out of my life, finally—but some people just do not really care about your feelings or whatever. Do I look like I’d talk to someone who almost became the reason why I got kicked out (I still am grateful for what he did so he could stop that, though)? Then why are people suddenly asking me if I knew what this-guy-that-I-should-forget is doing back in the Philippines? The hell do I care? But, fuck that when almost everyone in your neighborhood knows the person you never wanted to see again and hear them bicker about him whenever you’re around. I mean—I know you’d know you’re finally moved on when you realize that you don’t even care about their lives anymore, but isn’t that the point? I don’t care about the guy anymore! So why would they insist that I know about his whereabouts? Why would they even assume that I know everything about him? I barely

“Well… I could definitely get some help,” I uttered, probably in the shyest way possible after declining for his help a couple of minutes ago to get some popcorn. Shocker, he wasn’t really lying when he said that two popcorn buckets were too much for the both of us because it was really big and I couldn’t carry it along with the tray of colas!Enrique chuckled and walked towards me as he gets the bucket and the tray from my hand, and whoops, clumsy little me almost dropped the popcorn.“Careful,” he uttered, quick enough to hold me by the arm so I wouldn’t tip-off. He sure laughed afterwards when I was finally composed. “You should probably be nicknamed clumsy.”I rolled my eyes, “We all have our clumsy days!” I protested.“Just tell me your legs are going Jell-O when I’m around,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows as we walk towards our cinema. Apparently, we

I don’t have an inkling on how I’d risk it.It was awkward (for me) when I got to finally weigh the options in front of me, and recognize what I’ve been trying to avoid. It wasn’t a spur of the moment, it wasn’t even a random decision that I had to face—I knew it since then, I just never really wanted to acknowledge it.But when you face yet another decision to make, it becomes a slap—a harsh slap of reality that you suddenly have to really choose and decide which is which.As for me…I’m still indecisive as ever.I took a deep breath in and hugged my knees as I stare at the papers I’ve been arranging ever since I woke up—I had a lot to accomplish, and I only had two weeks before I move to Cambridge. I haven’t written my resignation letter, but Enrique was kind enough to let me use the remaining weeks to finish the papers I needed.I was excited to the extent that I cou