"He might be, you know," M. said when I chanced upon her unexpectedly in the office.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief. But I'm a bit excited. Though, if I have to be pragmatic about it, nothing will come out of the newly-discovered "fact."
Then I saw him. Increasingly, as if fate had finally given in, I have been seeing him. And within earshot, I finally heard him speak.
The man finally has a voice: soft, with a hint of strength, in staccato, fast, as though the mouth couldn't keep up with the mind.
It is music. As all fantasies have some sort of theme to them.
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I'm still waiting for G.'s text. He was supposed to arrive in Manila today, stay in my house for a month until he finishes his training.
But I guess he's too proud to ask. And I'm as proud not to give what is not asked.
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