Nine years ago with the age of seventeen, I married her.
While waiting on the aisle I looked at her.
My eleven year old bride.
I knew all along that her existence will forever change my life.
And I promised back then, that she alone will be my one and only beloved wife.
But that was a long time ago.
A very long time...
Now, with a beauty of a nineteen year old lady, she stood once again in front of me.
Her captivating blue eyes met mine.
Just like nine years ago.
Well not exactly like it was.
Because this time,
She asked for something that killed me.
Will join us?
As our story continues...
On a raining day where she shouted at me
"Divorce me Kuya!"