LIV
Isang linggo. Dalawang linggo. Hanggang umabot sa isang buwan ang hindi namin pag-iimiikan ni Oliver. I missed him. But his silence for me meant wanting to have space. I tried to keep myself bus at kung dati ay minsan lang akong umuwi sa bahay ng parents ko, every week by Friday afternoon ay naroon na ako.
My parents were happy, but if there's someone who knows me really well, that would be my mother. I was already in bed by nine on a Saturday flipping channels on the television. Wala akong makitang magandang palabas kaya ipinirmi ko na lang 'yon sa isang channel na may kumakanta. It was one those music stations with a fireplace picture at parang tunay na apoy 'yong gumagalaw. I found comfort in it.
Nakarinig ako ng dalawang katok and since I was still up, I told the person to com
