His Sweet Lies
If there was spring in the Philippines, this was the perfect example of the feeling of spring, the warm that coms after the cold winter snow.
Juancho’s lips found its way to my forehead.
“I love you, mahal kita, w*tashi w* anata wo aishitemasu, aishiteru,” bulong niya sa akin.
“I love you too, mahal na mahal kita,” masaya kong sagot sa kaniya.
“At last you’ve said it, hindi na lang ako sasagot sa Japanese mo kasi hindi ko alam okay?” pabiro kong sabi.
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