It was a cold Sunday afternoon. Omar, our CLP team leader was the speaker for Talk 8. I sat inside a classroom in Pacita National High School listening to him as he explains the Life in the Holy Spirit.
Me: *whisper* Hon, let's go outside.
James: Okay.
Outside, the winds announces itself through the curtains. Wooosh.
Me: Where do we sit?
James: *holding a guitar* By the chairs on the court.
I sat facing James as he started to strum his guitar. I smiled as I recognized the tune.
James: I owe you one song remember?
Me: Yes, and it's been so long now. *beaming smile*
James started to sing.
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You did something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.
And that was when I loved him even more.
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