One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried of getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office.

It was a few months of stalk-, uhm, studying him. And when things seemed pathetic, I stopped. I looked myself in the mirror one morning and said, "if I was destined to love again, I'd wait for love to come." I worked as usual, fixed work for the next day, and then went home. On my way home, love came.

I saw Okamoto Keito again, and he was looking in my direction, as we were walking towards each other. I bothered to say, "hi, I'm a fan!" Surprisingly, he replied thank you, and said he knew he saw me before. We were going separate ways, so it wasn't a long conversation. I did give him my card. He said he'll try to stay in-touch. Since that day, bumping into him became a habit, and sometimes he's with other familiar faces. Giving hellos became short conversations at a coffee shop in the next block. The accidental meet-ups turned into planned dates. It was a long way of friendship. I guess because we're both "foreigners" in one way or the other.

Friends became lovers, but it wasn't easy. We became an item, and soon enough, I married again. I can't say that everybody's happy. There were a lot of trouble at his side of the family. His Dad ranted about marrying a widow, and said it's not as easy as it looks to leave Johnny's. In my side of the family, I got a "WTH are you doing marrying again?!" kind of fuzz. But anyway, they couldn't do anything about it. I'm in Japan, they're in the Philippines. Anyway, it's too long a story that I'll cut it again: we had a son.

I always wanted to have a young family, so did Keito. It's all weird how life turned out to be, we were already 30 when we married and started our family. Keito joined his Dad's business. We were able to spend time together, we were one normal family.

We were one normal family. Until Keito got obsessed with our son entering Johnny's. He thinks everything I do is against it. He just turned crazy one dinner, when I server a fish meal. I don't know how or why, but the argument went to a little too far. Weeks later, we decided to divorce. Months later, I was on a plane back to the Philippines.

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One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried of getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office.

It was a few months of stalk-, uhm, studying him. And when things seemed pathetic, I stopped. I looked myself in the mirror one morning and said, "if I was destined to love again, I'd wait for love to come." I worked as usual, fixed work for the next day, and then went home. On my way home, love came.

I saw Okamoto Keito again, and he was looking in my direction, as we were walking towards each other. I bothered to say, "hi, I'm a fan!" Surprisingly, he replied thank you, and said he knew he saw me before. We were going separate ways, so it wasn't a long conversation. I did give him my card. He said he'll try to stay in-touch. Since that day, bumping into him became a habit, and sometimes he's with other familiar faces. Giving hellos became short conversations at a coffee shop in the next block. The accidental meet-ups turned into planned dates. It was a long way of friendship. I guess because we're both "foreigners" in one way or the other.

Friends became lovers, but it wasn't easy. We became an item, and soon enough, I married again. I can't say that everybody's happy. There were a lot of trouble at his side of the family. His Dad ranted about marrying a widow, and said it's not as easy as it looks to leave Johnny's. In my side of the family, I got a "WTH are you doing marrying again?!" kind of fuzz. But anyway, they couldn't do anything about it. I'm in Japan, they're in the Philippines. Anyway, it's too long a story that I'll cut it again: we had a son.

I always wanted to have a young family, so did Keito. It's all weird how life turned out to be, we were already 30 when we married and started our family. Keito joined his Dad's business. We were able to spend time together, we were one normal family.

We were one normal family. Until Keito got obsessed with our son entering Johnny's. He thinks everything I do is against it. He just turned crazy one dinner, when I server a fish meal. I don't know how or why, but the argument went to a little too far. Weeks later, we decided to divorce. Months later, I was on a plane back to the Philippines.