Two tipsy young adults on a swing, under the full moon and skies of Antipolo. She dared him to sing a song. He did. Earlier this morning, the same song played on the radio. He was doing the laundry while she prepared aloe vera gel for his hair fall problem. A little girl, with his eyes and her clumsy feet, roamed the room, looking for stuff to throw outside their window.
They may stop playing our song in a few more years. Keber. The sky remembers. Besides, I'll love you even after the moon falls off from the sky.
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