HER

𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐

There are no words to express how this could have happened. I became so clingy to him that I always put my arms around him and always wanted him so close to me.

Sandra already knows because it's been one year of courtship and he is still the same. He always brings me flowers, and now I can't get enough of his presence. I've become really dependent. I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but I'm liking it so far.

He got my parents blessing from the moment he first brought me flowers, and I don't know if this man really knows how to climb so high, and now I'm scared that maybe it is starting to weaken my walls.

I immediately cleared my head and turned to his office. He likes the color gray because, according to him, it reminds him of the color of my hair. I move to his book shelves and find them to be amazingly attractive. One book in particular caught my eye because we both enjoy reading and it was red. I went to get it and start reading, but due to my clumsiness, some pictures fell out of the window. When I picked them up, I saw my smiling picture and was shocked.

Is this a man or a freaking friction man in the book? His veins are showing his pale skin, and his lips complement every piece of it. He is wearing just a black t-shirt, and he is so attractive that I wonder if he loved someone before.

I am slowly still looking at him, and he recognizes my presence, so he looks at me too.

I sit down on the sofa and touch his arm, which is my hobby, and put my legs on his legs because that is my hobby when I'm around him.

"Oh, hey, my Carla." He smiled and looked at me.

"Simon, can I have a question? Looking at his green-blue eyes, I know he is ready to listen.

"Anything you want." He stopped reading and looked at me, waiting for me to say something.

"I was wondering if there's someone you loved before because you don't show me a girl or something that is in your past." I'm sincere with this one; he never told me that he had a girl before, and I just want to know more about him. I'm not selosa, I promise.

"I hav-" I stopped him with my loud scream, "WHAT?!" and I glared at him like it was a death sentence.

"I have, and that is you, dear, only you." He panicked a lot because of my scream, and he touched his chest.

I smiled, held his hand a little bit hard, and looked at him. I know him, and he is sincere.

"Why do you ask?" I smiled sarcastically.

"Kasi nag iisip ako kung adobo ba o tinola," he says, curious about what I'm saying, so I answer him.

"Wala sabi ko ang bobo mo untog ko pa kayong dalawa e" I rolled my eyes again at him, and that made him laugh, and that is when I started laughing too. Parang engot lang no?

Tumambay lang kami sa office nya talking about books, work, and business, I'm trying to have knowledge, then kahit paano mag mukha tayong matalino, we talked about politics, unfairness, history, and scientists.

Nahilo ako bhe di ko kinaya lalaking to, I mean matalino naman ako pero sa business lang ata pero nakakasagot naman ako kahit papaano.

One thing that I like about him is that he never disrespects me for the things I still don't know. He always defends me in public but corrects me in private, which makes him look like my dad when I'm not behaving correctly, but he just lets me do what I want.

And this time I want to be the woman he deserves but I don't know what I'm feeling now I'm afraid to name it but I'm sure this is self development and then about Zandria I don't know where she went and she just left our lives and this time I enjoy not plotting revenge or destroying someone else's reputation dati kasi when I think about something sirain sisirain ko talaga but this time I just want peace with... Him...

He brings me the peacefulness that I'm longing for, and that scares me. Am I falling in love with him? Ayoko pangunahan ang nararamdaman ko kasi alam kong hindi pako sigurado.

I wake up at 6 p.m. and I go downstairs to the isa kong mansion in Ilocos. We are staying here because I have clients here and nasa California si Simon he has clients there, so I stayed here, and I saw food in my kitchen. All of my favorites are here, and there's a handwritten letter for me.

Dear Carla Louissa Diamante:

Good evening, my dear. I know you haven't eaten yet because you are tired from all your work. Good job, you did great. I'm so proud of you. I deliver this from California, my lady. I'm so sorry I will need time to finish this project, but don't worry, I will update you anytime. If you need me, please let me know, and I will try my best because you deserve anything but the best. I love you, and I will miss you so much.

-Mon

I smiled and hugged his letter. He really is a gentleman. I know I'm bisexual, and I am, but this guy really is my standard, and this time I'm probably going to miss you.