lust is a deadly sin
he found me crouched outside, in the hallway, crumpled in a sobbing heap. sat across me. he would tell a friend, who, he thought, knew me best, later that i wouldn't tell him what was wrong. he had it wrong, though. i couldn't tell him what was wrong.
he gave me a small smack on the lips. wiped away my drunken tears. "ang ganda mo talaga."
you're so beautiful
he stroked my hair while i kept sobbing. "would it help if i kissed you?" he whispered into my hair.
i must have nodded cause he was leading me to the bathroom the floor below. "we shouldn't be doing this, you know."
and he was right. it was no different from the first time. it was betrayal of friendships. lust and, admittedly for both of us, nothing more.
it was our dirty little secret.
note: if you, by some sort of freak accident, figure out who this is, please don't tell anyone.
he gave me a small smack on the lips. wiped away my drunken tears. "ang ganda mo talaga."
you're so beautiful
he stroked my hair while i kept sobbing. "would it help if i kissed you?" he whispered into my hair.
i must have nodded cause he was leading me to the bathroom the floor below. "we shouldn't be doing this, you know."
and he was right. it was no different from the first time. it was betrayal of friendships. lust and, admittedly for both of us, nothing more.
it was our dirty little secret.
note: if you, by some sort of freak accident, figure out who this is, please don't tell anyone.