In the dark

A couple of years ago, vaguely, I saw my former partner outside our rented apartment in the dark with a stranger. It was really late and the light coming from the windows wasn't enough to push back the shadows that hid them from me. But I knew they were close. Too close for strangers to stand by each other in a dark corner of the compound.

I was used to sleeping with my partner. We shared that small bed that was pushed against the thin wood wall. Feeling that someone was with me as I slept brought me comfort, security, contentment. But that night I woke up alone and confused. Where could have my partner gone?

I heard hushed voices coming from outside. Our room was nearest to the only door of that small place. I tried to silently open the door of the room, but I knew that that would be impossible since our room's door was tightly pressed against the wooden frame of the wall. I opened it still and rushed outside, away from the bright flourescent light of the small living area, into the dark outside. And there I saw them.

My partner immediately tried to bring me back inside. I can't be sure of what I did next. But I am not a man of the fist therefore I can definitely say that the stranger left bruise-free.

I was angry at my partner, but it eventually subsided. I was even foolish enough to apologize to the stranger for my odd behavior thru text. I don't know why I did that, but I know now that my reaction wasn't odd at all, in fact it was warranted, and that by apologizing to the stranger I have lost my mind.

Regardless of reason, no partner should ever meet with a stranger especially in the dark. The experience has left me a little traumatized, paranoid even. I hate this.

Long day

I don’t mind traveling far, I just need to have a very good reason to go. The last time I went to Quezon City was when Mike and I got Fonzie from the breeder. Today we had the opportunity to go to the big city to attend our inaanak’s first birthday party in a restaurant along Quezon Avenue.

We didn’t stay long; we left a little past 3 to visit Mike’s favorite church, Crossroad 77. I must say that it’s one of the coolest churches I’ve been to (the list isn’t long).

After that, we met up with Ronan at Greenhills to attend service after shopping for throw pillows. Greenhills is like a can of sardines and a can of mackarel stacked side by side.

We then traveled to Makati to have dinner at Heaven & Eggs. It was my first time to eat there and I must say that I was really pleased with the food that was serve to me. Mike’s sandwich was delightfully tasty, too. We went home right after.

You see, I don’t mind going far from sweet home Alabang. I just need a good reason—nay, reasons—to go. The birthday party, service, and the throw pillows convinced me to go.