With a heavy heart my entire three days was twisted. After that night, I haven't seen Kenneth again. His shop was shut and everything was quiet. Hindi na katulad ng dati ang bawat araw ko at iba na ito.
I miss the mornings when I saw him waiting for me with his bright smile. Na miss ko ang paghatid niya sa akin sa bawat umaga ko. Na miss ko ang bawat paghihintay niya sa tuwing umuuwi ako ng trabaho.
There are some nights that I got home so late, and hoping that I will see him once I'm out of the building.
Parang sanay na ang paa ko sa kabilang kanto at nasanay na sa routine na naghihintay siya. Pero natutulala na lang ako sa sarili, dahil alam kong walang Kenneth na magpapakita.
I hate it. . . I hate myself, and I'm hurting. Walang gabi na hindi ako umiiyak nang lihim.
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