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Days are passing so slow, this place is beautiful indeed, but not a place for me. I miss my work back in the capital and I miss Franco. Maybe I should call him. I have this thought for a week now but I am controlling myself not to call him. He needs more punishment for more than a month. He should realize his fault and he should realize his own feelings towards me. If he really loves me and we get back together he will know what to avoid to keep me with him. Though I miss him so bad and his kisses.

I have to take a hold unto myself. Ok, I made a deal with my own ego. I will go back after I finish a story.

My parents are all so happy during the span of my stay. I'm glad to see them like this. I reach out unto my Mom while she's busy doing some pickles and gave her a kiss. I love you, Mom. Her face glows up with a smile as I said that. Her face is wrinkled as a sign of her age. I will be like her soon. But will I live like my Mom with a happy peaceful life? Or maybe marriage is not for me. These things are keeping my head busy. It's driving me crazy, this is useless things that keeping my brain on a loop. These questions on my head have no exact answers and yet I kept I'm thinking about it. Maybe I should just do things and let it be.

My story is almost over, I can go home anytime. I just need a reason to go back. I need to call Franco. I miss him so much. I need to hear his voice.

I dialled his number and waited for his answer. He is on the other side of the line. Hello! He answered. Tara you finally called. Im going crazy thinking about you. Please come back. Franco, I miss you! I'm coming back.

It was a long call between me and Franco. We talked about ourselves and getting back with each other and how we really feel.000000