That's how I feel these days. The uncertainty between us is killing me. As much as I would want to ask certain things from him, I cannot. As much as I would want to expect him to be what I would want us to be, I am not free to do so. I am gripped with fear, that after giving myself away to him, I'm losing him forever. If only I can fully trust and believe everything that he says, then I won't have any regrets at all. Giving myself to him is a bliss and I want it to be that way forever. It's something sort of a bond between us, something that cannot be taken away. But why is it making me feel so sorry for myself these days?
When I gave myself to him, my soul went along...I hope it's not something he will forget easily. How was it for him anyway? I hope it's not just one of the things that caught his fancy, along his way. I hope it was more than that, those few stolen moments. It was not something short of a bargain for me. It was a part of myself which I will lose to him forever...
gin ask ya ko what got into us, that monday na ginsugat mo ko from work,and nag inum ta sa haws. told him i wanted to meet up with the 'guy' and you tried to dissuade me from it by suggesting we hang out instead.
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