I love my husband.
I really do.
But—
For unknown reason.
I just found myself crying in front of the mirror.
The remnant of my tears is telling me something.
Sort of imagination, sort of something unfamiliar scene that has left dumbfounded on my mind.
The tears slowly running down as my memories started to run in a slow unbeatable motion.
Motion that caught my attention while staring blankly on the reflection of my face.
Who is he?
Those memories.
Why is it so familiar to me?
What...
is this truth untold?
BINABASA MO ANG
We Must Be Nuptials
RandomWhen I started to love my husband, my memories started to reccured in a doubtful way. The blurry vision of one person keeps on invading my mind. What... What is this? Who- Who is he?
