Three months since the fire in our hearts died. Or maybe yours did it first. I've been in a hallow place after we bid goodbye and saw you happy in the arms of another person not me. I know it's not good to keep thinking of you, to keep hoping that you'd realize I'm still the one you want to grow old with. It's been three months, and I still love you. I went back to the place where we once shared moments—moments that would be forever with me, moments that somehow made me feel that we'd stay happily in love forever. This is torture. I'm not gonna lie that I still love you, I don't know if I'd stop—when would I stop. But you're happy. Just the thought of it kills me. It felt like the wide ocean who was glittering from the sun's glow is now a complete chaos. I love you. I do. I still do. But you created a storm in me and I'm trying so hard to fight against the monstrous current and is hopeful to reach the shore.
—Olivia
BINABASA MO ANG
BOOK 6: How You Love Her
RomanceNine years ago, she had to let him go. Nine years ago, he had no choice but to lose her. It was nine years ago when she had to see him walk away from her, and the exact moment he had to endure those painful steps of having to leave her behind.
