Dark skies over my head. Too damn tired to care how I looked like.
Arrived in my place. It's empty. Hollow.
Peace at last.
I'll succumb to silence, I told myself.
Fell asleep.
My name is Pao. I work 40 hours a week for a multinational firm.
I am bisexual. I like boys as much as I like girls. Lots of people keep on telling me that "sayang daw ako". I don't mind them. As long as I love the person, gender doesn't bother me.
Woke up around 9PM. Checked my phone. Interesting.
A facebook message. Message that I never expected.
A straight guy saying hi. Really interesting.
Him: Hi.
Me: Hello.
Him: Kamusta na?
Me: I'm good. Ikaw?
Him: Ayos lang.
Me: Is it ok if I'll just text you.
Him: Yes.
He gave me his number. I did not text him.
My mind keeps on playing scenarios of him and me being together. I actually like him. I think last time we actually talked was four years ago.
Thing is, I am tired. Tired of falling in love again. Tired of getting burned down to ashes.
I am a logical person. I don't like to gamble. I know that once Mr. Emotion and Mr. Heart tags along with me, it would only means chaos.
I did not text him.
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A Story of SioPao (boyxboy)
Short StoryThis is not a love story. But a story that most of us already or will encounter. This is my story.
