| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tI still remember that day when we first met, it was the first ever fur meet in Cebu, and it was a chore to have you come as you were so stubborn about spending money. I don't remember everything that happened on that day, but most of what I do remember, is that I spent it with you. We became friends so fast, it was like mischief or wonder. Though we initially spoke through keys and screens, talking with you for real that day felt so at ease. Things went on, we grew close. Days, weeks, months passed then, and somehow, you were the one I chose.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tA contract, that's we had. That as long as you belong to me, we would keep each other company, through good times and the bad. We were still but friends, you and I. But more than that we had a link, an oath, and rules that we had planned. You always stood by my side. You would neither run nor hide. You were sincere and loyal, you wore that collar with utmost pride. Little by little, something was growing, something inside. Inside both of our hearts, something due to circumstance, we often put aside.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tBefore we knew it, we got curious. We got closer and closer, ever so intimately. It was an experiment for us both. It was your first time, and it was a matter of trust for me. Often we would close our minds and hearts to the troublesome outside world and just sink into each other in affectionate bliss. I never thought that I could ever feel the warmth of another person's heart, after having been erred so many times that falling in love was my biggest fright. It felt odd, it felt wrong, but it was love. It felt confusing, it felt embarrassing, but it was love. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t
| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t Things carried on, we got to know each other even better. There was more to you than just your looks and innocent charm. Despite mine and others' criticism towards your hand-drawn sketches, it never stopped you from expressing yourself through your own ways. A bad artist you were truly not, because I myself lay witness to your artistic brilliance in terms of sculpting and painting. Never have I seen someone so dedicated to his hobby, to his art. I often found myself adoring not only your workmanship, but your visage and figure as you toil away through the nights. Every stroke of the brush, every attention to detail, were all as graceful as you yourself. To say that you are not an artist, would be a disgrace to art itself. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t