The Glamarazzi

I saw him. After 1 month and 18 days, I saw him. And he looked so gooood.

He lost weight because of all the work the hotel has been giving him, the lack of sleep and the take out meals (he missed his mom’s). And his hair! Aww… it’s so short I hardly recognized it since he used to sport really long hair. I’m gushing –am I? Am I? I hate that he looks more toned than I am. But still, I-saw-him.

We were at his house talking and I clearly – purposely– wantonly – ignored those warning bells in my head that I have work at 9pm. Hell, what’s two hours of deduction going to be compared to 2 hours of sitting next to him. He would have wanted to spend the night at my house but he has work at 7am and he needs to get up early. He was cussing and it turned me on.

Then he kissed me and I completely forgot about everything else. His lips were gentle and slow and I suddenly felt like it was my first time kissing. I hardly knew how to kiss anymore. It must be embarrassing if he noticed me melting in his arms but I can’t help it. I sank against him and let him take me.

Sigh.  I am soo in love.

And the sighing is shortlived because he has to go back to Mactan and I have work. There were no future plans when we said goodbyes. Its just like that. I kissed him on the cheek and didn’t meet his eye.

He said, “Thanks for coming over.”

I went, “Take care.”

Then I left. On why I’m not myself when I’m with him really strikes me as odd. Because I have feelings for him doesn’t also count the fact that he has this complete power over me.

I like it. I like it a lot. I like it more that I left my pearl earring there. I must have dropped it while.. I just need to see him to claim it. more reason. to see him.