Wednesday, November 10, 2004

On The Other Hand

To compensate for my disgusting forced-overtime schedule, phanks would usually go to my office before he boards the LRT going to Monumento.

We'd squeeze all of our time together in a 30-minute break, sometimes by dining or most of the time, having a very brief conversation about the things that happened to us during the day.

We might have lost a lot of quality time, but our communication never faltered. Tiyak na malaki ang bill ko next month. It seems like he missed me more now that my time is already limited.

And it shows, whenever we are together. Who cares if they see us being intimate in an LRT station. It's raw emotions pare and one can never control it.

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