HANNA’s POV
MOST days I’m strong. Most days I’m so mad at Gino because of the trauma he inflicted that the thought of ever forgiving him is ludicrous. But some days I miss him so much I can’t breathe.
Sa nakaraang dalawang buwan nga na hindi niya pagbalik dito ay parang gusto ko siyang kontakin at sabihing puntahan ako. Pero hindi ko ginawa dahil alam kong iyon ang mas makakabuti sa amin.
But I miss him. I miss seeing his face. I miss sleeping next to him. I miss making love to him. I miss hearing his voice. I miss his smell. I miss arguing with him. I miss kissing him. And I miss loving him everyday.
Pero ngayong araw na ‘to—ngayong alam kong papunta na siya rito sa bahay ay tila nakaramdaman na naman ako ng kaba na may halong kasabihan. Kaba dahil makikita ko siya ulit. At kasabihan
