My Extraordinary Wife
Alas sais y medya na.
Napatingin ako nang marinig kong bumukas ang pinto ng kwarto. Agad kong ini-strum ang gitara at kumanta.
"Waiting for you
Call, I'm sick
Call, I'm angry
Call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening, to the song we used to sing in the car
Do you remember, butterfly, early summer?
It's playing on repeat
Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet"
Nakatingin lang siya sa akin habang nakatayo. She's looking at me intently like I've done something she doesn't like. It's like I've done such an immortal sin that only---she can see.