Albert
I toss and turn on my bed for hours, unable to get a wink of sleep even though it is way past midnight. My head refuses to let me rest as my brain brings me back to the moment where I met Seth near Pree’s house.
“What can the heart of a playboy prove that you genuinely love her?” he asked.
My lips parted automatically, but no words came to my defense. It was like the cat got my tongue.
I know love is not a logical thing. It cannot be explained. It is merely a feeling that arises from two hearts.
Even so, wouldn’t it help if someone can find a reason behind it with more than just a feeling? Wouldn’t that leave me at a disadvantage?
That someone is none other than Seth.
He holds no record of a playboy.
He has known Pree for more than a decade. In short, he knows her way long b
