I’m missing, missing him so bad…
Wednesday, February 28, 2007Our last family outing with Jayson. November 1, 2005. Somewhere in San Fabian, Pangasinan.
Somehow, it still just doesn't feel real… Every time I visit Baguio, I still hope that he would be there waiting for me to get off the bus. I still sleep in his bed and I still anticipate his annoying way of announcing that I'm messing up the room again with my ever unorganized stuff. The house just seem so quiet… I wish one day I would turn around and he would be right there, grinning, laughing, telling me that it was one huge joke…and my fist would be ready to punch his face and he would just laugh harder…
The Sweet Escape
I'm happy because….
- I can finally do things my way. I can work on as much projects as I would like to and get the right pay for my hard work. I don't have to waste time in someone else's office anymore.
- I can run everyday if I'm feeling like it. I got total control of my time.
- I can finally have time to paint, write, or even find a night job as a waitress or bartender…Hehe!
- I'm being straightened out.
- I've proven that there really are people whom I know would stick with me no matter what.
- I'm traveling. I'm dancing. I'm running. I'm climbing.
- My little sister is getting bigger and smarter.
- I finally know exactly what I want.
- Me and my mom are getting along better now.
- I'm dreaming. My heart flutters with just a mere thought of him. Finally, I want to stay…




