I gathered everything I have to start the story. This is not something I do every day. I hate telling it over and over again, it's like putting an alcohol on a fresh wound, it will somehow ease the pain, but still it is painful. I didn't want to talk about it for a simple reason-I still haven't moved on. But I think it is different now and I think there is no other time to tell him, to say my weakness.
"I did not left Philippines because of a job offering. One night he asked me to come with him, it was his friend's farewell party but I told him I'm too tired to come with him so I told him to go there by himself."
"The next day we were about to go to a meeting, I called him several times but he didn't answered my calls. I thought he was so drunk and still asleep so I decided to go at his
