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Arman waited at our gate but for how long I have no idea. It took me an eternity to prepare myself to see him again. I haven’t seen nor communicated with him for ages. He was smiling uneasily when he saw me. Normally at a time like that we would have kissed and hugged each other. But the situation was awkward. We just settled at holding each other’s hands for a long time after we gamely slapped each other’s face.

We talked about how we’ve been. He said he was happy when he learned that I am in town. We talked about a lot of things. His travels, my travels, his lovelife, my lack of it (bwahahaha!), his new job, and my lack of it (grrrr!). But we never talked about what happened the last time we were together.

Funny, I felt awkward calling him with his name while I never heard him mentioned mine. Suddenly the terms of endearment we used to call each other become the hardest word to say.

He convinced me to have dinner with him on Sunday. He said he’d cook for me whatever food I like. I said he better make an adobo squid otherwise the dinner will not be perfect. He is a good cook. He used to cook at my place in Cebu while I always ended up washing the dishes. That is my perpetual role in men’s life. A dish washer.

I hope this dinner on Sunday will bring us an inch back towards where we left off before that unfortunate night happened. I hope so…

After he dropped me off back to my place, he sent me a message:

I’m so happy to see you. I missed you baya….

Then one missed call.

I just missed call you to verify if the number you gave me is correct. I know how bad you are @ #s. Di ka kasi nagrreply. I’m in the office now.

His message remained unresponded for three days now.

Sarap kayang mang-okray ng taong guilty… :)