“Sumasakit pa ba ang ulo mo? Nag-aalala ako,” a man’s voice. I looked up at him, staring at his concerned face. Ngumiti lang ako at hinawakan ang kamay niyang nakahawak sa akin. “Okay lang ako, don’t worry.”“Napapadalas na naman ang pag sakit ng ulo mo,” he said. He let out a deep sigh and kissed my forehead. Little by little, I’m getting used to his presence, his kisses, his touch. Sa mga tao rito ay siya lang ang taong pinag kakatiwalaan ko. When I woke up, he’s the man who was with me the whole time. Because he is my husband, that’s what he says. I stared at the ring I’m wearing. As I stared at it, I could feel this unfamiliar emotion that was lingering in me. It feels… sad. Maybe it’s because of the trauma? It’s been five years since the accident. Vince was the one who patiently answered all of my questions, my curiosity. Mabait siyang tao, maalaga, at mapagmahal. Kaya siguro siya ang napangasawa ko. He’s the one who took care of me, who guided me the whole time I was sufferi
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