Prologue:
“Wait for me.” Those were his last words before he disappeared.
Five years has passed and still no sign of him. I’m getting tired of waiting. But how can I give him up?
They’ve told me numerous times how stupid I was. Stupid for falling fast and hard. Stupid for waiting on something uncertain. Stupid for vehemently insisting that this between him and I was love when we’ve only known each other for months.
“Maris.. It’s time.” Ate Kat de Castro, my manager, said patting me on my shoulder.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection I saw was far different from the carefree sixteen years old he knew. The waiting has weathered me. Will he still love the “me” now? Will he be watching me? I hope he does. I hope his proud of me. After all, he helped me achieve my dreams.
