He helped us move things to our new studio today.

My favorite bit:

Me *indicating the box with all the heavy plates*: Yan, mabigat yan

He lifts it up to his shoulders without any shred of difficulty; says "Talaga?" and gives me the cheekiest smile. 

TUMIGIL PUSO KO IM DED 

Consistent karat is nice and all but... I'm starting to feel empty. 

Again.

I'm beginning to talk with others again (messaged my ex, even), and I feel no guilt. Well wala naman talaga dapat since di kami exclusive. I think naggcrave ako now for emotional connection, a connection that I don't feel any right asking for, from him. Because we didn't start out as friends, and parang ang unfair since I'm moving anyway.

A person can be perfect for you on paper, but that doesn't guarantee a connection. This is something I keep learning over and over. 

Haay what to do with all these emptiness

I like having choices!

I just hate making them

Thoughts during the break of dawn, bursts of sunlight peaking throught the gap in the window curtains, illuminating his silhouette -- backlit side view of his sleeping face, his semi-beard turning gold where the sun hits it... I 'm lying beside him, strumming my fingers on his chesthair :

I know we're just passers-by in each other's lives right now but what if...? what if I stayed...? 

Because I could really get used to this