“Do you still recall when we first met?”
I asked knowing that you would not remember. You were silent. I know you don’t recall.
“It’s okay. I don’t forget.” I said. I smiled and kissed your forehead. It seemed particularly cold that morning.
“I’m sorry. It’s been years since that day.”
I held you closer. You’re right. It’s been years since we first met. I should not expect you to remember. Through the window, the first ray of sunlight slowly filled the room.
“I love waking up with you beside me,” I whispered to your ear embracing you even tighter.
“I didn’t sleep well last night. You were fidgety. And you snored.” I looked at your eyes and they seemed tired. The sheets ruffled between us.
“I’m sorry. I was so tired. Yesterday was a big day.”
“Yeah, you told me.”
The bedside clock’s alarm set off. It was six in the morning. I would be late for work. I was about to get up when you pulled me back beside you.
You held my hand, tighter than the usual; with your tired eyes, you looked straight to mine and asked, “Why do you love me?”
I stared back at your eyes. I smiled and kissed your lips, “You are a wonderful person. I love everything about you.”
We were silent for a while. I could have said more but I was afraid I would not stop.
“Why do you love me?” I asked back instead.
You looked away. Time seemed to have stopped. The sunlight that poured through the window seemed to cast a shadow across your face.
“You’re running late for work. Better start preparing now,” you answered.
You let go of my hand and slowly, I stood up. “I can take the day off, you know. We can get coffee outside and maybe catch the first movie screening.”
“No… Just go to work. I’ll be fine.”
I walked towards the bathroom. Each step as heavy as my heart was. I was about to close the door when I heard you say, “And I hope you’ll be too.”
Written by: Aldwin Castro