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“When do you want to start painting?” He asked.
    I was caught off guard by his question as I was in the middle of recounting the best scenes of my modeling couple of hours ago.
                  “When will it be okay?” I asked him.
                  “Is tomorrow fine?” He asked.
    Are you kidding me? Of course, it is!
                  “Totally…” I tried to sound not too excited, but I wasn’t successful doing things lately.
    I gestured to leave and I think he already got it, so he stood up waiting to lead me out of his simple apartment. And so I tried to pick up my scarf I hung behind his door, but it was stuck. He then came towards me to help me get it. He placed his hand on mine, and it sent shivers down my spine. Seriously???
                  “Oh, sorry…” He said upon realizing what was going on.
    OMG! Don’t be…
                  “Let me get it for you.” He said after seeing that I still haven’t taken my hand away from my scarf.
                  “Oh.” I took it out.
    He was successful just with a single try, and he handed it over to me, which gave us the perfect excuse for our skin to touch. I felt seriously bothered by this moment, but in the best way.
    We remained like that for few seconds, and I can swear from my mother’s grave that has she been countless teaching me about how to act like a lady while she was still living, I would’ve jumped right on to him, and just to the freaking first move. But no, I was still a lady with a few manners left so… “Oh, uhhh… my hand.” I said.
    He was shocked after the realization has hit him that we were actually having our little moment right there. “Of course, here’s your hand…” He said while handing me over my hand, still not letting go of it as if it wasn’t attached to the rest of my body.
    I tried so hard not to squeal or laugh or make a weird teeny sound, but I wasn’t able to avoid biting my lip. “Thanks for my hand.” I said, and I laughed. Nope, once again, I wasn’t successful .
                  “Right…” He said, laughing.
    Not that I was planning to make him a rebound, no. I wasn’t even sure if he also likes me, but I was just closer to accepting the idea of moving on. Besides, I don’t think my pain was due to losing the love of my life, it was more like losing the one thing I relied onto for many years… like he was a just a best friend to me, and having him married to someone else might mean that I have to do things on my own now. Well, look at that… maybe I won’t be alone in a different way. Thank you Heavens for making sure that I’ll have this for the next however many months… I needed this, thank you…
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    It’s been five months since Gary was teaching me how to improve my techniques on painting, and it was my third time sending my papá my work of art. For the first two times, he called me after receiving them, and he sent me photos of where it was hanging… of course, in one place he’s always been hanging out—his office. I knew papá would be happiest for this one because it’s him and my mamá.
                  “Cariño!” He answered my call.
                  “Hola, papá!” I greeted him over the phone.
    I missed his voice so much! For the past three months, he understood why I only called for maximum of five times after requesting from him not to call me more often if it wasn’t necessary. I wanted to give him much time to do his work, and to stop worrying about me. But I also knew it very well that it was in fact impossible. And whenever I call him, he never failed to answer my call after just two consecutive rings, plus his voice was also sounding so excited.
                  “Hola, baby… Is there anything you’re about to send me?” He asked, sounding so excited and expectant.
                  “I just did, a nd I bet you’ll love this