I was late for my training. But as I walked into the training room, I made a quick sweep of my co-trainees. I was checking out the cuties. There was one who’s my type: an artsy-fartsy looking gorgeous boy. The one who looks like he’s into filmmaking.
“Hi, I’m Mark. I’m an undergraduate of B.A. Film Production.”
Jackpot.
It’s been raining a lot these days. Too much in fact. It’s the perfect time for a steaming cup of coffee, fluffy blankets and a good love story.
Part 2 of Karen’s He Only Had to Say Her Name is already up. Enjoy. 
~Annabs
Just like any other mornings, I hitched a ride home in his swabeng Honda Civic car (it’s not really that swabe if you look at it — it’s boring gray — but with him driving it, the car does look guwapo). The only difference with this morning is the fact that there were only two of us in the car (usually, two other guys hitches a ride). And my determination to let him know that I’m starting to like him more than just a friend.
We started the ride with him playing the one CD he has in his car — the one that has the latest RnB songs. Then he started to talk about work. He was talking about this funny call that he had, the one where the customer - who was a guy - said his boyfriend is the account holder. I was racking my brains up as to when will be the perfect time to make my move. And then there it was - his story was finished and the CD started playing “our song” — the unreleased Ne-Yo song to which he once held my hand while singing along.
“James…I love you. Or at least, I’m starting to love you.”
Second fiction. Yey!
This one is from Karen Regpala titled He Only Had to Say Her Name. Here’s a little introduction on the story before we give you part one.
You know how in life there always seem to be “what ifs”? That when you take a rewind, you are hit by this painstaking wish to have that ability to go back in time and do things differently? I think everybody had their fair share of these moments. And this is a story where I recall one of mine.