I met you at 15. we were kids back then and we wanted to change the world. i admit that what attracted me to you is directly proportional to your aversion against me. it was like a challenge. you will not even speak to me when we end up together for more than an hour inside the organization's office for two hours, alone. since the classes has already been suspended because of the typhoon. not a word was uttered between us. your taciturn self adds to the mystery of you.
but now, after 20 years, after 2 crazy children, after a gazillion of history of cans and cannots, of happiness and sadness, of love and hate. i want you to know, i love you.
you might never ever be able to read this. but then i want it out there. i love you.
