Caged by Desire
Things I swore I'd locked away in a vault somewhere deep in my chest, buried under layers of anger and hurt and self-preservation and scar tissue.
Hope. That fragile, stupid, beautiful thing na parang soap bubble—maganda tingnan, iridescent, shimmering with possibility, pero one wrong move and it pops, disappears, leaves nothing but wetness and disappointment.
Attraction. Not just physical, though tangina, the physical part was definitely there, undeniable, impossible to ignore. Pero yung deeper kind. Yung kind na gusto kong makausap siya beyond work talk. Gusto kong malaman kung ano naiisip niya about random things. Gusto kong marinig yung side niya ng story, his perspective, his worldview.
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