The Art of Never Letting Go (Book 2)

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Uy wait lang! Sorry. What happened?

Saan?

Sa film showing. I never asked.

Tumayo, nagpalakpakan. I didn't win any awards but I received compliments, from my prof, from people I don't know.

Tinuloy mo?

Why are you asking? Sabi mo you watched my films.

I left that one out.

Bakit?

Ewan ko.

'Di mo kaya?

'Di naman sa ganu'n. 

Panoorin mo na lang, Maine.

Kailangan ko ng tissue?

Hindi naman. Unless may feelings ka pa.

Paano kung meron?

E 'di sorry.

Sorry for? Breaking my heart?

Maine, you said no.

I was just asking kung para saan 'yung sorry mo.

Okay. Sorry for making that film... that way. Not for breaking your heart. Why would I say sorry for that? You didn't apologize for breaking mine.

Sumbatan?

No, just stating my points. Ayokong makipag-away sa'yo, okay? We know better now.

I don't.

Still immature?

Wala pa 'kong asawa, eh.

E 'di magpakasal ka na.

Para lang mag-mature? Ang selfish.

A human is expected to be selfish.

Someone told me that being human is not an excuse.

Who? 

G.

Sinong G?

A friend.

A rational friend, indeed.

Yeah.

But let's not argue anymore. We're bound to pursue our dreams for the last time, Maine. We should give our best for our own satisfaction and also, for the people we love.

You sound regal.

I have always sounded regal.

No. You used to be childish and much more selfish than I was.

Iniisip mo lang 'yun. But if that's how you view me, okay lang.

Paano 'yan?

Alin?

Paano maging okay.

We're never fully okay, okay? We just choose to be happy with whatever we're given.

So nagse-settle ka lang.

What are you implying, Maine?

Wala naman. Sige, pitch ka na. Defend me well, ha.

Sure.

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