He steps out of our house and leave. I vividly remember how I hold my breath; I wanted to run, hoping to stop him. I wanted to shout his name and beg him not to leave me. Yet, I was contented on seeing him walking out of my life. I love him, but he did not hear any words from me. I love him, but I’m afraid to fight for the feeling. I love him buts and buts just prohibits me from telling it to him.
Each days passed by,
His presence and his voice I longed.
Memories I can’t escape.
Three years had passed. I did not hear anything from him. No calls, no messages, no news, no stories.
One day, as I was mingling with friends, I heard a familiar voice. A voice I could never, in my entire life, would even put behind. My heart then starts to beat fast. It couldn’t be him!? I silently asked myself. Nervous, I roam my eyes around and look back but I was disappointed to see no one. I probably missed him.
If only I reciprocate the feeling, could I be busy planning our wedding?
Now, it’s too late.
It’s too late.
SONA, PHILHEALTH AT OFW
4 years ago