"If I could slide my hands through the spaces between your ribs, slip my fingers past your heaving lungs to touch your anxious heart, would I find that it is mine to hold?"
"If I could slide my hands through the spaces between your ribs, slip my fingers past your heaving lungs to touch your anxious heart, would I find that it is mine to hold?"
You don't have all the time in the world. Iyon ang totoo. Blessed to have survived her fatal illness and learning more to live with it, Polka tries to begin a new life-more like her second life. But...