That day, I definitely confirmed it and I decided to let it go. If I’ll be holding on, I’ll get tired and in the end, I know I’ll be hurting myself badly. From the very first place, I am ready for it, I know what I own and I know what things are temporarily mine. What I wasn’t prepared for is my heart to enjoy everything. To show that much affection was a mistake.

The next day, the situation is avoidable but I guessed it was fate that brought me there. When we got there, it was the usual thing, we didn’t have a conversation and either I or he didn’t attempt to start one. I don’t know if he wanted me to be there or not but how I feel? I think it’s the latter. I prepared myself of the things I might be seeing that night because I told my friend that it wouldn’t hurt because what happened between us is nothing serious, and I want to keep my word.

I used to be quiet and that was how I was that time. The common question I am used of was asked to me a lot of times; “are you okay?” and my answer won’t change; it was a ‘yeah’ with a smile. I don’t know if it was convincing or not but I am happy with the attention they gave me; I was like a child mingling with adults. I wanted to be treated that way so I am pleased.

His girl asked for a companion to go to the comfort room to pee so me and my friend decided to do her a favor. But we found out someone’s using it and she said she can’t hold it anymore so we went out to check for the availability of the other bathroom but someone asked for my pen so I was left behind.