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Monday, November 27, 2006 

He Says, I Say: ... ... ...

I shall never forget that face -- the face of dismay, disappointment, betrayal, and all other negative emotions that nothing but love can bring about to a person. It was the first time I ever saw him like that. Oh yes, I shall never forget that face.

The question came about unexpectedly though ironically it was the one thing I yearned for him to ask for so long. Mayhap it could bring an end to my sleepless nights tossing and turning in bed how and when to confess, thinking that there is even a good time to do so. At times I could not look him in the eye because I know there is a big lie inside of me that no one deserves to know first more than him. I betrayed him, broke his trust. And for that I should be punished, but I was too much of a pussy to face it.

But he understood, and he took it quite better than I hoped he would. Yes, he loves me so. He loves me still. It was the kind of love only a father could give. It was the kind of love my kind of daughter does not deserve.

He didn't say anything. He just gave me that look. Head nodded, he turned his gaze away from me and refused to speak. I think after a while he understood.

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you finally told him na...



tibo ka??





:p nice naman, understanding si erpat \m/

*hugs*

miss ka na namin.

dear daddy,

i am aswang.


your corny daughter,
ma-hay

mga bwiset kayo! :: hugs ::

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