Five months of quarantine and I'm finally breathing again! Truth to be told, I have a mixed feeling about this. Contrary to everybody’s positive reaction on the announcement made about the lockdown reaching its end, I am somewhat both thrilled and sad. One, I can’t believe I’d say this but I was so happy to know that the parks are now open for public. Right from the start, on the very first day of our freedom, I dragged Luca to one that is close to our place. Who knew a couch potato like me yearns for the fresh air so much to the point I willingly brisk-walked for more than an hour, definitely enjoying the change of scenery. Ever since that day, we have been religiously visiting the park every morning to avoid the crowd that starts to form after 10am. Call us old but we truly find that two hours being surrounded by greenery is the perfect beginning of our day. Two, the restaurants! Oh my God, the restaurants are finally opened for dine-in! The fights we’ve had regarding the repea
"Luc, are you asleep?" I ask him despite his silent treatment. He went straight to his home office once we were back, remained there until well before midnight that he finally graced his appearance which that too without a word; slipped into the ensuite bathroom for a quick shower then got into bed without making any noise. I wanted to make amend by cooking us dinner but he was in the middle of a discussion when I entered his home office around seven. I waited and checked again half an hour later but he was still in that meeting. The cycle of waiting-and-checking on him just to have dinner together went on for a couple of hours before I decided to go ahead and have dinner on my own around ten.Throughout our relationship be it when we were just friends or now that he’s my official quarantine boyfriend, I always make it a rule to never let our issues interfere with work. So with the intention of letting him do his work as well as wanting to give him space after dropping the bomb dur
"I think we've covered everything." What I meant to say was: we’ve covered every-where. Every corner of the house, in each of his cars (we're talking five of them) including mine too. We did it. Check, check, check. "Yeah," that's all he managed to say, still gasping for air after pounding into me in the pantry. It's a narrow space to work with but we made it possible with a few adjustments (read: amazing positions!) so we've officially checked everything on the list; every location possible. "I'm going to shower then head home." I remove myself from the flat surface that previously had some stuff on it but we removed them to make way for our fun activity. He is still laying flat on the ground, occupying the entire floor with his giant body that I have to tip-toe around him to get out of the small pantry. "No," he suddenly grabs one of my legs making me this close to losing my balance and fall on him but I managed to hold onto the wall. He doesn't seem to mind about the accident
"The bakery should be on your right.” Emma finally finishes giving me the direction of the place where she needs me to pick up the mini pavlova she ordered. It’s Saturday so we’re going to have lunch together but she’ll be going straight to my parents’ place to help with the cooking so I volunteered to handle the dessert part. But of course, being the successful party planner she is, one of the perks is to have contacts of all the good dessert places so she did the ordering and what’s left for me is to just go to those places to pick them up. Right now I’m onto the first on the list since I just left my place. "Where are you now, by the way?" She asks as my hand stretches to the Starbucks grande drink placed next to the gearbox, "Wait. Are you still at home?!” I slurp on the drink while she curses, “I swear Fee, if you-""I'm already on my way!" I quickly interject before she starts nagging about how I’ll be making everybody waiting for me just because I haven’t showered when it’s
"Sophie!"I was washing my face upstairs at the ensuite bathroom when I heard my name being called. But knowing he never called me by my Goverment name before aside from that meeting we had a few months ago, I must've heard wrong. "Sophieee!" I always leave the door open whenever I use the bathroom but when I hear my name being summoned again, I quickly stretch one leg to the door, wanting the crack to be bigger just so I can hear it clearly. "Soooophieee!"He's really calling me by my name. Huh?"Sophie! Sophie! Sophie!" I immediately rinse my face from the cleanser, grab the small towel to dry my skin while rushing down to get to the annoying man that's clearly asking for a beating. How dare he called me by my name after the incident back then- I warned him not to do that ever again! "Soph, come here please." He says the moment he sees me making an appearance in the kitchen. I raise an eyebrow at how casual he's being to use my name in this conversation, "What did you say?""C
"It's your last chance to tell me you love me,” he looks at me straight in the eye when he utters those words, to which I do nothing but to stare back at him, not knowing what to say or even do. I have been this man’s girlfriend for a few months now and by the way he endlessly threw I-love-you day and night at me, you would’ve thought I’d somehow slipped in the past, somewhat replied him back but no, sorry to disappoint you but I still haven't said those sacred three-words sentence not even once to him. To be honest, I don't plan to ever say it. You can’t say I’m being an ass because I’ve stated clearly right in the beginning of this relationship that this is not permanent. He is well aware of my stand to be best friends, just best friends, so I’m not playing him. He knew what’s going to be in it and he agreed to jump both feet in so here we are, me pretending as if I didn’t hear what he said a few seconds ago. "My Baby is so beautiful," he pushes himself deeper at the word ‘so’,
"What do you mean you guys are not together anymore?" Stupid Luca is being his stupid self by making a scene at his Mom's birthday celebration. I can’t believe he had to do that right here when we’re all in this happy mood, can’t he keep it for at least one day? Or until the party is finished? Urgh, such a party pooper. Just like last year, the birthday celebration is held at a seven star hotel. But this time around, the invitation extends to only family and close friends, considering Covid-19 is still out there. "Things don't work out, I guess.”"But you guys seems fine.” Claire is truly confused, she looks at her son waiting for explanation before turning to me, wanting to understand it. If I were her, I too won't get it. Because like she said, there’s nothing different with how we were last week during the brunch and how we are today at the party.Luca and I arrived in matching yellow outfit since yellow is the color theme of the party. Both of us have been talking, eating, and
It's been a month since the boys are here. A month since I've heard of Luca. The first two weeks after our final goodbye was the worst period of my life. Okay, maybe it wasn't the worst because the days were great- I had my kids with me, spending quality time with them making me forget of a certain someone who's been my source of entertainment for the past five months. What's worst was the nights; they were the worst I've ever experienced. Right after the boys went to bed, I buried myself under the blanket. I couldn't get out of it doesn't matter how Abby tried to cheer me up or lure me out, because all I wanted to do after a long day with them, putting a happy front by neglecting my own feelings, after all of those, come night I really wanted to digest those very same feelings even if it's all heartache and pure sadness. I wanted to come to terms with them because I knew I had to process everything in order to let go and move on. I moped around like a teenager who's had her hea