12

As I stood on the balcony of Remon's house, waiting for him to get home from work, I felt the chill of every gust of wind on my face.

As a result of what transpired in his hospital office, he grew even more attached to me, and I could sense that he was concerned about my well-being.

Contrary to what Mama told me the previous day, Mama and my siblings returned to Laguna, leaving me behind in Manila.

I was preparing to make supper for Remon and myself for some unknown reason, and not because I wanted to, but because I was afraid I would come across as his wife if I acted in such a manner, and not because I wanted to. He is allowing me to continue to tell him how I want to be treated as a result of what he is doing right now.

I know how far I'm willing to go, yet every day brings something fresh to light about his character. Over time, he reveals more and more about himself to me.

I proceeded to the kitchen to cook my Adobo in order to be able to do anything at her place the next day.

Throughout my whole life, I have never done anything like this, and no guy has ever done anything like this to me.

Although I'm not sure why, it's enjoyable to do something you've never done before in your entire life for whatever reason.

"Hello," a woman said as she stopped in front of me, holding a paper bag in her hands and wearing a plain outfit. Her curly hair appeared to have a life of its own, swaying spontaneously, and you could feel the joy in her eyes.

"Ah, does Remon happen to be there?" He asked me a question and gave me a kind grin.

"W-nothing," I stuttered, my gaze fixed on him. "W-nothing," I mumbled.

"Do you happen to be his girlfriend?" It's great to see him moving on with his life, to be honest. Oh, and my name is Lesley Presley Salvia, by the way. I am his ex-fiancée, but don't worry, I will personally deliver this to him since I have a long-standing grudge against him and will be waiting for many years before I can return what I have taken from him. It's his personal journal. Would you want to have a look? The sincerity of his tanong saakin is apparent in the way he smiled.

As soon as I replied no, he grinned and added, "Ah no, it's for his personal use alone, so I shouldn't mess with it."

You have excellent manners. Well, he discovered everything without involving me or you. I have the impression that his admiration for me is unadulterated by envy or disdain. What was I thinking when I looked down on myself, especially now that I am standing in front of the lady he will never forget? You should be aware that Remon has trust difficulties as a result of my actions. I married my ex-fling, who is now my husband. In addition, I am well aware that what I did was wrong, but I sent it in the hopes of attracting the attention of other individuals at the time. However, "despite giving his whole and total attention to me, he sat on the sofa with me as we both listened closely to what had occurred to them," she said. Although the photo editorial was a breath of fresh air for me, I sent it something that I should never have attempted. It came out like this, "he smiled quietly and landed on the center table on the paper bag, since I don't understand why it feels so nice to do something evil."

I'm still enraged because I put my pride before anything else, and as a result, my engagement with Remon has been wrecked. "I'm the one who brought us to our knees." He took his time approaching me and then took my hand in his.

Please look after him and give him the things I have never given him before. I'm to fault for why he's acting in this manner right now. Then I nodded, and Lesley gave me a kind grin.

You know, let's make a nice impression, but I know that there are many of us who are uncomfortable with our differences. "However, I am hopeful that you will finally get why Remon is still in the mending stage."

Despite the fact that you were so anxious, I got up the confidence to ask him. I was having a bad day right now.

You didn't like Remon at least once, didn't you? He greeted me with a grin and stared directly into my eyes.

It's not difficult to fall in love, but if you aren't predestined, you have no way of knowing where your feelings for other people will lead you. You'll be startled to find out that other individuals already have what you need and desire to obtain. The extent to which your affection for other individuals will extend is unknown. "But as long as you're with each other and you're strong, you'll be able to stay with him till the end," he added, tears streaming down my face as he spoke. Is it possible that I am that type of person, and that the world oppresses me?

"If you get lost, don't give up; if you get into a quarrel with someone, fight till the end." I clutched Lesley closely as I nodded to myself one after another.

'Thank you,' Remon said, laughing. "Remon misread our position and believes I made you weep," he said, making me shiver.

"Thank you for your help because I was able to speak with someone." He gave me a disapproving glance and a sour expression.

No way are you going to tell me he's shutting you up here at his house. Is he being particularly harsh with you? I smiled and brushed away the tears that had come to my eyes.

"If that's the case, then I'm comfortable here." I prefer to stay at home with my family. "I'm not a big fan of going out." He looked at me and shook his head. You shouldn't be afraid to go shopping and dine on your own when it comes to being extroverted." Do not forget to pamper yourself; if you do not look for yourself, you will get old much sooner. There are numerous factors that distinguish us from one another.

He is significantly taller than I am. His eyes are green, but mine have a pure black coloration.

She is attractive, but she seems much more attractive when she is wearing makeup.

I am more plump and hip than he is, despite the fact that we both have the same lips.

Okay, give me a call if you require my assistance. Please accept my apologies for my rambling. If he is at home, give him this diary; otherwise, it is preferable if you retain it until he has fully recovered. Thank you very much.

"Thank you as well." I hugged him, and he shook my hand in return.

"Can you tell me your name again?" he inquired.

"Yhra Santos" is a fictional character created by author Yhra Santos.

We're delighted to have met you, Yhra. Goodbye." Then he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me there.

Following his departure, I examined Remon's notebook gently.

God is aware of the depth of my affection for Lesley. Everything in my life revolves around her. My first impression of her was that she was perfect for me, that she was the one I had been waiting for all along. She's the one I'd like to spend the rest of my life with. She's more than enough to satisfy my everyday want for affection. She is my home, the future mother of my children, and the only woman I will ever marry.

I am the one who is causing the pain and making myself feel horrible, one step at a time. It is quite difficult to behave and expect that someone would appear to be the person they want to spend the rest of their lives with until their final breath.

Not Lesley, but Yhra is my given name.