Right after he left, my eyes voluntarily let go all the accumulated tears since the first minute he stepped inside my unit. Sa totoo lang ay kanina ko pa pinipigilan ang sarili kong yakapin at halikan siya. I am still angry and hurt. Mahal ko parin siya, pero mas matindi iyong galit sa puso ko. I have never avoided him, I didn't refuse his touch, I didn't even curse him. Ayoko. Dahil kung ipapakita kong galit ako, iisipin niyang nagtatampo lang ako. Gagawa siya ng paraan para suyuin ako, he will lie about what he really feels and make me believe to some idiocracy again. Ayoko ng marinig pa sa kanya lahat ng kasinungalingang minsan na niyang itinanim sa utak ko.
He touched my body, he made me horny. But that doesn't change the fact that I hate him. No, I don't just hate him. I loathe him.
