Against All Boundaries

Chapter Fourty-Three

I have been dreaming for this moment.

I have been thinking, when would be the next time we will be able to see each other again.

I have been asking my self what if, we bump into each other one time?

Knowing that it won't be impossible.

We met eachother once, it surely can happen again.

But I always try my best to push it in the farthest corners of my mind . . .

Which is why I was completely stunned, and even petrified on that very moment we were able to see each other again.

I wasn't able to comprehend things immediately.

I wasn't able to think.

My mind paused as if there had been a device that controls it, and that's keeping it in rest.

I have been blanked for who knows how long.

I wasn't able to think right away.

I didn't even manage to feel my drumming chest immediately.

But because the poundings were mighty enough and very stentorian, it was almost as if I can literally hear it.

So I got my senses back.

I swallowed hard as I stare at him with my eyes wide from being surprised.

The beating in my chest never lowered down.

It wasn't even a beating.

It was almost as if there were really calloused arms who drums my chest with all their strength, I can even feel the pain.

I have taught my self a lot of things from the past moths of living here.

But never did I imagine teaching my self about this thing.

I wasn't able to teach my self how not to crumble, if ever we will meet each other again.

Because now that I am looking straight in his deep, intense, and ever expressive emotional eyes, I wasn't able to contain my self.

Literal kong nabitawan ang mga bitbit ko.

I felt numb.

But the drumming never stopped.

It was stupid.

To feel numb, but to feel the pain at the same time.

It was crazy.

It was completely mad.

But I can really feel the stings inside my chest.

I looked at him . . .

I studied his face.

His thick, perfect, identical brows.

To his eyes.

Down to his narrow, perfectly pointed nose.

Thin, curved, red lips.

And perfectly angled jaw.

He was as gorgeous as ever.

Brooding, but very pleasing in the eyes.

Yet I can't help but to notice . . .

He seemed . . .

Strange.

Unfamiliar.

Changed.

Nanginginig akong nagbitiw ng malim na hininga.

Halos mapaatras ako nang simulan niyang kainin ng dahan-dahan ang distansiya namin.