We could’ve had the perfect love story—the kind of love that would last for years—not days, weeks or months. The kind of love that grows over time. Sabi ng lahat, meant to be daw talaga kami. Match made in heaven, ika nga nila. Hell, even our names scream that we’re destined for each other—King and Queen.
But fate surely has its own way of testing one’s great love.
Is distance really nothing but a number? Is it true that absence makes the heart grow fonder? Or will it be out of sight, out of mind?