I was crying while writing about the story of Jhun and me. For whenever I remember how happy we were back then I just wish he was still with me. I miss him so much and no matter how he have hurt me in the pass I am willing to forget everything and to accept him again just for him to come back to me. I miss the days when we were still living the simple life. Not much money to live on but we were happy because we were together as family…. I pity myself and my daughter for now we have to live without Jhun. That we have to survive and move on with tears in our eyes and pain in our heart. Oh how I wish there’s this Time machine that I would just go back where we used to be. Just the three of us again… Every night as I sleep I cuddle my pillow and imagine it was him, every morning when I wake up, I stare on his picture and imagine he was there and caressing my face and saying “Good Morning Mama”… I am in great sorrow right now and I have no remedy for the pain that I am feeling. I am here in Manila because I have to work, my baby is in the province with my mom, and my husband is dead…. This maybe the saddest time of my life.
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