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At least, I'm not alone

George is funny. I like him also of being naughty. Why? Well, it is because he understands me. He knows what delights and teases me. I always like him being near me.

"George..." I whisper his name with all the desire I have as I wake up in the morning seeing him lying beside me. I like his smell. From the time I slept with him, his familiar smell makes me feel the warmness of the woman that I have.

"Hey..." he replies with the wake up moan as I draw a gentle line with my fingers on the top of his nose. I see his thin lips draw a gorgeous smile.

"Want to eat?" I whisper and he agrees again with his tempting moan. How I love to kiss his lips again, but I decide not to. So, I get up from the bed still covering my body with the white blanket. I scan the floor and find his tee shirt lying and end up wearing it.

"You look pretty..." I hear him saying "... my shirt looks good on you."

"Thank you, I always am..." I smile back at him before turning my back to prepare for our breakfast.

George is nothing but a partner for pleasure. We are not into relationship of saying 'I love you'. We just like sleeping together every weekend. It's as if his duty is to fulfil my bodily pleasure after the long weekdays. He even has a girlfriend whom he loves dearly. I do not pay him for sleeping with me because we are not like that. He is more than willing to see me like a friend. And, in return, I just cook his favorite meals. We do not meet outside. He just knows where I live. Every Friday night he is waiting outside my apartment door. Sometimes, I thought that he pities me for living all alone. But, he is not like that. He always asks if how was my work. He checks if I take vitamins or if I eat healthy meals at work. He cares for me.

I am a grade school teacher. I love kids. I love seeing them happy. And, I love watching them hugged by their parents every after school. But, witnessing those moments, frustration rushed through me. I do not have parents. I did not see them once. My lola* told me that a certain woman left me to her one rainy night. She did not know who that was. But, she had told her that she will come back after the rain stops. But, the lady didn't come back. My lola* waited for years.

Rain makes me feel abandoned. However, I was still fortunate that my mother left me to my lola*, who was that time a single woman with a fortune. She even raised me into a fair lady who loves children. However, she passed away a year ago. And now, I am totally lost.

"Hey..." George hugs me from the back as I am holding a glass of beer. I am watching the heavy rain outside the window. I always like to open the window every night to see the flickering and dancing lights of the plaza across my apartment.

"Tomorrow's Monday, I'll miss you by then..." I say before drinking all the beer and left the cubes of ice in my glass.

"So, do you think it's time to do something that will make you miss me more?" I hand over my glass to him and he put it at the small table. And, then I turn to face him and nod.

He brushes his lips on my forehead down to my nose before engulfing my mouth. I am glad that I can still feel the warmth he gives me despite of my sadness. At least at this moment, I am not abandoned. At least I'm not alone.

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*lola - Filipino term for a grandmother.

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Hey, got to write this short first entry. I promise to do my second entry a little bit longer. This is actually my first time posting some writings here. Please show some love if you like the first few paragraphs. - Wen Dy