Yanessa
SHE HANDED ME dried petals, I can’t be wrong. It was a rose petal. Kung hindi rin ako nagkakamali ay kulay pula ito.
“I never liked flowers… Ngunit ito ang laging binibigay sa akin ni Esmael noong siya ligaw na kaluluwa.”
I touched the dried petals and my eyebrows meet in confusion.
“I collected red rose and put it in the box. When the rose became dried, I’ll remove it and put another fresh one.”
“Bakit ho?” takang tanong ko.
She sniffed and laughed in pain.
“Upang hindi ko siya makalimutan. It was like a reminder so I can always open this box and reminisce our memories together.”
“You want to remember him… tingin ko, kahit hindi mo naman gawin yun ay mahirap kalimutan ang ganung klaseng pagmamahalan,” I concurred.
“The moment he woke up, it was like nothing happened betwe
