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CLINGY


The Carvajo family stayed the whole afternoon with us. We have moved to the indoor lounge of the club when the sun was directly hitting the table in the restaurant.

It is only around 4 o'clock in the afternoon and the club is still closed. It will open around 8 o'clock in the evening.

Both families have become more amicable. But there would be sudden outbursts too when they disagree on something.

We sat around on the wide circular sofa. A round wooden table at the center. Refreshments and snacks were served from the restaurant when we requested for them.

They were discussing their own thing. Mark and I sat in one side minding our own world. We were discussing and planning our upcoming trip to Cebu. Kuya Nathan said he will talk with Josie and Mang Cardo regarding that matter.

The whole family will be visiting us every week. Just like how it was when I was in college.

"I could be staying with Tita Isabella. Malaki naman ang bahay doon." I informed him.

We already sold my condo when I left Cebu before. I could not afford to buy a new condo because my finances are tied to my business. I also gave away every penny I was making. Papa will buy me condo even without asking, but I would rather not have it.

"We already have a place to stay, baby." He informed me while gently massaging my lower legs propped on his lap.

I was leisurely leaning on the huge sofa.

"Really? Sa condo mo?" I remembered the times we shared there.

"No. In our penthouse." He answered while also continuing with his massage.

"A penthouse?" Bumangon ako ng kaunti para tingnan siyang mabuti.

"Yes, ours. From when we were going to get married before." Sadness flashed in his as he smiled after mentioning our lost first chance.

"Doon ka nakatira ngayon?" I asked him.

"No. I just go there every time I miss you. To imagine what it could have been. I still live in my old condo. It is the only place where I could be with you." His eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

He smiled, preventing himself from crying, but I could see his eyes glisten with some tears. My eyes started to blur too.

"I am back, baby." I kissed his cheek and hugged him.

"I love you. I lost myself too when I lost you. I could only be myself in my old condo. Stuck in my memories of you." He hugged me tighter.

"You had memories. I had nothing because I was gone." I smiled bitterly at him.

"I'm sorry." He kissed my temple.

We both experienced our own pains when we broke up. Sadness, anger, and anxiety stalked our days and nights. Between quiet and loud sobs, we were both unwilling to put an end to our love.

Moving on was not necessarily linear. I had been in and out of the phases of our breakup. Sometimes even in circles with no window for escape.

When that piece of identity I had developed when we were engaged was suddenly torn away from me, the recovery and rebuilding myself was excruciatingly hard.

But I was kind to myself. I gave myself time to heal. I also prevented myself from feeling worse. I diverted my priorities. I developed self-soothing techniques and healthier behaviors. In the end, we have become better versions of ourselves.

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