He left at 6pm. The night of that Sunday was the worst night of my life. I kept on crying and crying. Everybody in the house knew it. It felt so empty and I wanna run as fast as I could just to get after him. But I’ve got nothing to do. He’s in a far place. Can be reached but I cannot get there in just a click of a finger. And I wanna see him in just one ‘facing on the other side of the room’.
I dread the day of the next flight that he is gonna have. He is not staying in Manila. He’ll be working outside the country.
All of these struggles and sadness that I felt was lessen because of that cute, stuffed, and furry creature in my bed which is wearing the shirt he wore before he left for Manila. I smell his skin on that furry little creature wearing his used shirt!
hehehehe.
