CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY FIVE
"It's my most beautiful creation... in my imagination and of my hands... swear!" Inabot ko ang isang bungkos ng bulaklak sa lalaki.
Alam ko... ginawa ko yon para sa kaniya. Sinabi niya sa akin na para iyon sa magiging pamilya niya. He came home for his family... bringing them the flowers that I have made.
Those are a bunch of blues of anemone... floral white larkspurs and heavenly delphiniums.
Pasimple kong siningit ang calling card at ang isang pilas na papel sa bungkos ng malulusog na bulaklak.
I can't even say a word about him. Kung mas gumwapo ba sya... kung mas bumait ba o ano. Wala akong matukoy sa noon at ngayon.
But seeing him happy and relieved wants me to paint him a rainbow... brighter than the blue skies... shorter than the sunshine. Anything leading with our clouded past.
"Iyen... para sayo."
He was just a subject for my papers. An art in the blank in me. A stain I couldn't erase.
And yet... A picture perfect dream I could look at, but not in his eyes anymore. From now on, I'll look at him... like for the very first time again.
