The week passed with two flights for me. He never called, which I did expect because he never asked me my number. I guess it was a two nighter relationship. And my heart sank in gloominess. I thought I met my right man, but I, again, am cheated. When will my heart ever learn.
I just stayed home for as long as I can, sulking in my heartache. Then an invitation came for me through an office email that there is a cocktail party for pilots and aviation hosts of our company. Red motif and formal.
I wonder what's the occasion? In my despondency, I thought of seeing Kenzo in the party and I am not so sure if I want to. Will he talk to me? Will he look at me? Will he be there? Hesitation crept in. He said he loves me, but that can only be because we had nights of intimacy. I'm not so sure if I w
