I maybe smiling. I maybe joking. I maybe laughing. But that doesn't mean that I am happy. When night comes, I cry. I scream out of pain I feel inside. In night, the real me comes out. Then, along the way of this nonsense life. He came. He made me smile, genuinely. He made me joke, unconciously. He made me laugh, truly. And I think I am getting used to it. I think I am loving those nights I am with him. I think I love him. Ganon din ba ang nararamdaman nya?