Popping Eyes

Last Tuesday, The Habit and I had our much anticipated The Talk. He fetched me from work while I never held his hand going to Greenbelt. We ate in Barcino, our favorite Spanish restaurant, in silence.

After dinner, The Habit broke the silence off finally, “Remember the first time we went out of town in White Beach?” He smiled. “That was one of the best times I've had.”

I didn't say a word but slowly tears ran down my cheek. Beads of tears rolled down one by one as I wiped it off slowly, patting it below my eyes. I was crying glamorously just like in the movies because Alma Concepción, a former beauty queen and actress, was there. I might be discovered. My tears didn’t stop until my right contact lens popped out.