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The next few days is as boring as it had been since the past two weeks; go to work, spend time with the kids, and when they are asleep, I'm all alone on the couch watching Netfl!x. Normally I'd shoot Luca a text if there is anything interesting about the show I'm watching, or if I'm too excited about it I'd just call him rightaway. But now, it feels like I've been robbed the joy of watching Netfl!x just because I no longer have someone to share those things with. Doesn't matter how funny the jokes are, or how devastatingly sad some episodes have been, I would always end up with this heavy feelings in my heart, of how upsetting it is that I'm being reminded I'm all alone again. This is like going backward to the time when I haven't had him in my life, as a friend. Thankfully, I have Christian now. But he can't always be there for me because he has obligations when it comes to his job. Whenever he's on his off-day, we'd have a long conversation over the phone. But on days when he's
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I love my parents but there was time when I wondered if they too love me, if they even care about my happiness. Especially Mom when she sort of resented me after Dean told them that I asked for a divorce. They couldn't comprehend why would I throw the life everybody's been wanting (a good husband, two adorable children, comfortable life with stable income) that I suddenly opted to be a single mother rather than be married to the award-winning son-in-law.That's the difference between Mom and I; I choose to talk about the good of people rather than the bad. I shut my mouth the entire duration of our marriage, bottling everything inside without sharing the bad ones that people only saw the ray of sunshine but not the rain and storms. Even my niece who is the closest family member didn't know about it. Simply because I wouldn't want anyone to know that my husband is that kind of person. I want them to see him as the good husband. Mom claimed I was out of my mind, suggested me to go bac
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I think Luca is done with me. You got it right; Luca, is done with me. Not the other way round, but in that particular order; Luca Sinclair, is definitely done with me. For the fact I'm not done with him yet! I'm still thinking! He can't be done with me! Not until I've finally decided we're officially done. I unblocked his number two weeks ago. Two fucking weeks but there isn't a single call, not even a text message coming from him! And every time we meet up at the office, he barely looked at me! The only time his eyes were on me was when I presented something then that was it, he'd be looking elsewhere. What the fuck? If it's not for my ego, I would've bombarded his phone with my relentless calls and angry texts. He's lucky I'm not a desperado so he can live his life in peace while right here I'm storming over his lack of effort to restore our friendship. Sure, perhaps he did call and text during the first two weeks when I blocked his number. But I've unblocked him on the third
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It was pretty awkward to be caught hugging in the elevator that both of us give the small crowd an apologetic nod before stepping outside, rushing towards the building's exit, trying our best to contain the embarrassment. The moment we pass through that main door, soaking the sunshine in this cold weather, we laugh like two mad persons of how stupid we were to act that way as if we were filming a sappy movie or some kind of soap opera."I saw it!" I point a finger to him while still laughing, "You cried!" He must've thought I didn't notice it but I did. The way his voice trembled when he mentioned all the things we used to do, or that he had to pause in between the examples of how I irked him to death but he misses me nonetheless, I never thought I'd see Luca Sinclair's tears during the daylight. Because I remember it well a few months ago he did cry once but it was in the dark, when we talked about the abortions. "Men cry too," he rolls his eyes as he stops laughing, "So what. I
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“Okay what’s next?” “What do you mean what’s next?” “We’ve done lunch, what’s next? Should we plan our adventure this weekend?” I’m not used to this version of Luca Sinclair. He’s too… eager? Excited? What’s the word? “Sunday brunch will be spent at my parents’ house, of course,” he grins while scooping the ice cream we’re sharing, “So what do you want to do tomorrow? Lazy Saturday?” “Sure,” I shrug nonchalantly, I don’t really mind. Anything goes. If we’re still not talking to each other, I was thinking I’d just watch Netfl!x all weekend. So really, I don’t have anything planned. “If we want to have a lazy Saturday, hmmm how about we go for groceries shopping after this? I already finish all your snacks, heh.” “My ice cream too?” He grins boyishly, “Your ice cream too, hihi.” “But you bought like, three months supply of ice cream.” He really filled up a quarter of the freezer with my favorite ice cream flavor. “I was heart broken.” The grin disappears as he looks at the bow
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He meant what he said. Two weekends in a row, at his place. The first weekend was an absolute bliss, I'm glad I agreed into giving this a third chance. Or was it the fourth? Either way, I enjoyed my weekend very much.This weekend however, hmmm. How should I say this? Because Christian asked if I want to go out on a date this Sunday; it's been two weeks since we last saw each other. His schedule is a bit unpredictable because there are times when he needs to cover his friend's shift if there happens to be a family emergency. So I'm in this great dilemma because I wouldn't want to miss this chance to go out on a date with my boyfriend. Whom I miss very much.But the thing is... urgh. I've promised Luca and his family I'd be joining this Sunday's brunch. His Mom even promised to cook my favorite dish because last week when I went over, I told her how much I missed her cooking. "What is it, Soph?" He asks knowingly, perhaps by the way I've been silent since I picked him up. Today is
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Three of his cousins came down with fever so there's only four of us left, we decided to take a rain check and maybe go clubbing next week when everybody's feeling better. To be honest, I'm also feeling alarmed with the Covid-19 cases reported in Asia, particularly China when they've already started the lockdown two months ago. Apparently Trump is feeling very confident that it won't reach here hence New Yorkers are still roaming around, business as usual as if we're living in a different planet where Covid will never be able to attack us. We spent Friday night clubbing at home; Luca blasted some hip songs, changed the setting of his house's light to make it dim as if we're in a club, and surprised me with his bartending skills by making different types of cocktails (yes of course he made that cock-tails jokes!). We drank and danced until it's late, we ended up sleeping at the living room because it was too difficult to climb the stairs with the whole swaying happening in our head.
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It's real, and it's approaching us. Two days ago the first death from Covid-19 was reported. The first one in New York! And yesterday, the first Covid-19 case was registered. Luca and I had another late night though it wasn't clubbing but just Marvel movie marathon with ice cream and chips. I wanted to eat my favorite fish cracker but every time I eat it Luca would always make this face, as if he couldn't take the smell. He must be the one in a million people in the world to have what they call a dog-nose, to be able to smell it when other people in my life has been fine with it. Anyway, I had potato chips. Because I love my bestie so much I'm willing to sacrifice my love towards my favorite snack. I figured that's the least I could do since I'm not gonna join the brunch. Yes, I've finally told him about the date hence not being able to go to the brunch. He sulked a bit but he didn't say much, I also called his Mom to apologise and promised I'll be there the following week with all
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