During the weekend, I had broken the confidence of a friend. I had surreptitiously barged into their office and took advantage of their DSL internet.
I am about to write a letter of apology to my friend's boss.
This morning, my love told me a disturbing thing. I had given her a copy of a literary folio we did years ago during my stint at Trinity College of Quezon City.
She had taken a fancy on the poetry of Maya Angelou, a very strong woman who wrote fantastic poems of feminine strength.
Surfing the net for Maya Angelou's works, she had stumbled upon a work that resembled a poem that we had published in the folio.
She suspected the most serious sin a writer can commit.
My God. Why now?
After so many years, suddenly my confidences are broken.
Sorry, but I have to take drastic measures.