Maybe a couple of weeks, or a month, or more than a month have passed since we moved here in San Joaquin. I don’t know. I lost count of the days long ago.
Naging napakabilis ng takbo ng mga araw, ng oras. When he’s around, the time runs the fastest. Sa tuwing nasa trabaho siya at naiiwan naman akong naghihintay sa bahay, doon lang pakiramdam ko ay bumabagal ang takbo ng oras.
But this house didn’t feel like some kind of fortress where I am imprisoned and every move I make is being watched. Nakakalabas pa rin ako kung gusto ko, basta kasama ko sina Arya at ang iilan niyang tauhan. There are more things to do here too compared to his penthouse.
Kaya kahit na halos buong araw siyang wala, hindi ako nalulungkot o nababagot. What’s important to me is just the fact that he comes home to me e
