IN THE middle of our breakfast since he confessed at me, ako pa yata ang nahihirapang lumunok. I felt the bile rises in my throat as I forced the food down in my esopaghus and ends in my grouchy stomach. Every swallow, feels so hard as like the rocks trying to compensate its structure.
We’re now very sensitive to each other--especially myself towards to him. I just felt uncomfortable being this near--not the other way around but he’s just beside me, eating casually like a hot insatiable man. Damn Shannon for hearing these words coming from your cautious mind woman!
I dare not to talk. I dare not to look at him-but I just did take a glimpse at his handsome dark face. B’wisit. And he even caught me! I maybe looked pale after I resume from munching my un-so-like breakfast now. I forgot that
