Hindi ko akalaing maaari palang ituring na pahina ang isang pinta; pintang nagsisilbing huling pahina ng
libro na nagpapaalala ng simula.
His eyes were always blank, like a canvas that had never been painted, but every time I look at him as he
stares and admires the painting we’re always visiting, his eyes always become a canvas painted
melancholy… yet meaningful.
He touches every part of the painting and looks at it from different angles. He never gets tired of doing
it. He even kissed it as his tears continued to fall. “Can you tell me the story of this painting?”
I was about to answer the same question he kept asking when my phone rang. It was Matt.
“Hello?... Yes, pauwi na din kami. What do you mean?... What?... She is---sh---she’s---back? “ Hindi ko
maiwasang matigilan. I feel numb and nervous at the same time, and my heart is racing as if I had run a
thousand miles. I can’t believe it, I really cant.
“I think you need to put yourself together first before going back.” Matt said, chuckling.
I can’t really believe it. I can’t really believe that she’s already going back. My heart can’t contain the
happiness that I am feeling. I’m so excited to see her. It’s been what? 7 years?
“I’m sorry, I was just---” Matt stopped me from what I was saying.
“I guess it’s already time to go home?” Yes, it really is.
After he said that, I looked at the person beside me, kneeled and smiled in front of him, and repeated
the same words Matt had told me.
“Hey,—I guess it’s already time to go home.”