isang mensahe


It was in the wee times of the morning when his phone blinked. The bright light of his phone’s screen almost blind him as he struggle to read the message. He would have just tossed his phone away and bury his face in the pillow to come back to sleep if it was any other message. He felt his heart pound; like he just came from a long run. No—it was more than that. His heart beats like it used to before. He knows only one person that can make him feel this way; make the tough man out of him surrender. And still, after all these years and after what had happened, she still do. Continue reading “isang mensahe”