A & R
DISCLAIMER
This story is only a work of fiction all of the events I wrote didn't happen in real life and is only made up so please don't get confused between reality and fiction because they are two different things.
Certain them...
I stare blankly at the atmosphere, the cold breeze of air hits my skin just perfectly making me shiver. I stayed like that for an hour now. Given my position right now I feel hopeless and misunderstood. Did I really betray my own country? My own ka-bamban? I hated feeling this way. I hated myself but there was nothing I could do about it what's done is done and I cannot rewind time.
Behind all my overthinking Senator Risa Hontiveros never left my mind. I feel like the root of my overthinking started when I thought of her. To be honest we had no interaction after the Senate hearing, none at all. But why did her magnetic field attract me? Everyday after the hearing I ponder and think about her. I wonder if she ever thinks about me when I think about her. Some nights when I can't sleep she lives rent free in my mind. She's the first woman who made my heart go crazy and crave for her.
By “no interaction” I meant real life interaction after... But I guess I risked asking one of her closest friend for her number. I'm still wondering how she agreed. So, when I need to just get drunk and think about her my hands would slip and I would constantly re-check her account. I remembered clearly how often I drunk texted her. It was silly looking back at it.
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I smiled to myself remembering how worried she was of me all the time. I barely had time to take care of myself yet each day I would wake up and when I would re-read our messages the other night it strives me to be better. I think I loved myself more when I am drunk due to the confidence I get. I wish I had more when I'm sober and alone. The cold breeze of air never stopped me from feeling the warmth of tears flowing down my eyes. Why the hell am I crying?
“You okay?” My head snapped to the direction of the voice. Oh right, Sheila.
I immediately wiped my tears. She sighs and sits down beside me, she squeezed my hands firmly.
“Ali. miss mo na siya?” She asks, rubbing my fingers.
