Zachary Hofs
My wife keeps quiet as our car moves. She did not answer my question, and I know why. She's scared to tell me because she knows what I can do for her. She sat beside the car window. Far from me, surely she's avoiding me. Ayaw niyang sagutin ang tanong ko. Ayaw niyang may malaman ako pero hindi pwedeng hindi ko malaman kung ano man ang nangyari sa kanya.
Love? I never expected in my life that love would come to make me weak like this. To make me crawl for her. Only for her. If love also means having weakness, f*ck, I am happy to have a weakness.
“I’m not mad,” I say, breaking the silence between us inside our back seats. My men in front can't hear us because of the divider I put. She wants privacy every time we are talking. Ayaw niyang may ibang nakakarinig sa amin kahit na
