Keno
I furrowed my brows at the guy sitting with his back on me at the couch as he was flipping through the channels on tv as I sat on my work table trying to finish my shift.
It was already ten in the evening but the guy still didn’t leave after a quick early at six when he arrived with that huge bouquet of flower and a box of pizza and a take out of bihon guisado—stir fried noodles—-one of my favorites from Tagpuan earlier.
“Hi...”
I heard him whispered as he engulfed me into a one arm hand with his other arm holding the huge bouquet.
“I miss you.”
I smiled on his chest when I heard him whispered again.
I didn’t say anything but held him tighter in my arms instead.
It’s funny how I never knew how much I missed him until then.
We stayed like that for sometime in the middle of my
