To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
Eyahall of a sudden in tagalogsa aking pagtandapag gising sa umagapangit ba ako
It was the pain of realizing that everything I’d believed, everything I’d felt, had been a carefully constructed illusionThe pain was a constant presence, a chilling reminder of the depth of my own vulnerability, the extent of my own naiveté.
Pakiramdam ko, mag isa na ako. Mag isa na naman ako. A rushing, suffocating emptiness that filled the void left by Niccolo’s absence. It wasn’t just the absence of his physical presence; it was the absence of his laughter, his touch, his quiet companionship. It was the absence of the shared moments, the stolen glances, the unspoken understanding that had defined our relationship. The loneliness was a suffocating blanket, a heavy weight that pressed down
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