Grains scratched between our toes.
Winds blew our chapped lips together.
Rain drenched us in affirmation.
Candles gave shadows to our eyelashes.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Fine china should be used every day.
BINABASA MO ANG
From This Day Forward
PoetrySince her beloved fiancé went down on one knee, Hadley wrestles with anxiety about what it means to truly love and to truly live.
