RIZA PART 3


She met me while I was on sick leave because of heart complications.

I was strongly advised not to go back to working onsite because it could seriously affect my health.

So, like everyone else trying to survive, I was desperately looking for a work-from-home setup.

That’s when she offered me her place.

She was living alone, and she told me I could use one of her extra rooms as my office while I looked for work.

At first, I honestly thought it would be easy.

I came from years of call center experience, so I told myself it was only a matter of time before I’d land something.

But time passed.

Weeks turned into months.

And before I knew it, almost five months had gone by since we met — and somewhere along the way, we became a relationship.

And if I’m being real, that scared me.

Because she was everything anyone could ever want.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, smart, self-sufficient, emotionally aware, and knew exactly what she wanted in life.

She was the kind of woman every guy — and honestly even gays — would probably dream of having.

She even looked like one of the prettiest actresses and singers here in the Philippines.
Hint: an ex of KD Estrada.

And then there was I.

Still trying to rebuild myself.
Still struggling to survive.
Still sending resumes every single day and getting rejection after rejection.

I was always on the move, always applying, always trying —

because the last thing I ever wanted was for her to think I was taking advantage of her.

Even though the truth was…

I was genuinely trying my hardest.

And somehow, I think that’s what hurt the most.

Knowing I was trying so hard…

and still feeling like it wasn’t enough.

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