Dear Diary,
At 11:00pm last night, I supposedly had a date. Yeah, it was a 3-day planned date. And Yes, we’re both on it. We are dating. He made it sure that this time it’ s going to be a date and not just an ordinary meet-up.
By 10:30pm, I arrived. I promised to be early since this wasn’t the usual meet-up we both had in the past. I thought of ordering a red wine but opted to wait for the suggestion instead.
At 11:05pm last night, his message was rather clear. He couldn’t make it.
And by 11:06pm of the very same night, I was all alone.
”hayup! ambot! pisting yawa ka, ambot sa imo!”
