HANNAH
I was not productive at all this morning.
I kept on trying to finish my column but I was blanking out all the time and before I knew it, tears will start forming until they fell out.
I then gave up and just accepted what was happening.
I am missing him so much.
The thing is, I do not even know where we stand.
I do not even know what we call our relationship.
Why can't he just be honest with me?
I did not even know if he really had a girlfriend or not.
I felt confused not with just the latter but also with what I feel.
I went back to my room and grabbed my compact camera and sling bag as I left hurriedly.
I ran onto Ate Julia along the hallway.
She was about to asked me to go out and do some girl bonding when I told her I'll pass this time.
She seemed to understand.
I left the hotel.
The sun was blaring down on my face as I put on my sunglasses for protection, and to probably hide my swollen eyes from the public as well.
I found out that they have a hop on hop off bus tour in Florence.
So I purchased one ticket and marveled at the sights the Italian city has to offer.
I momentarily forgot my heart twitching every millisecond as I continuously looked at amazing art pieces from Michelangelo to Botticeli.
I conversed with tourists.
Some were made up of a group of American students, others were composed of families, and the rests are honeymooners.
As I sat atop the double decker bus, I tend to look at them longingly.
I do not truly understand but for some reason I am longing for something.
And then I saw a couple kissed as we were passing by statues.
For an instance, I remembered my lips feeling hot.
I touched it as flashbacks of Nicholas kissing me went by.
And I started crying silently once again.
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Simula (Completed)
General FictionIn the world of art, will these two have the chance to meet again?