“Pangit akong magmahal. Nagpapakaalipin ako, `tapos nai-stress ako, `tapos… hindi na maganda. N-namamatay `yong pagmamahal ko. Nawawala. Ayokong mahalin ka. Ayokong mamatay ang pagmamahal ko sa `yo.”

Clint.
Callie couldn’t get him out of her mind. She simply liked thinking about him.
He made her smile. A lot. Kapag kasama niya si Clint, she felt so… real. Lahat ng labels na ikinabit sa kanya ng lipunan… parang nawawala. Nahuhubad hanggang ang natitira na lang ay kung ano siya talaga.
Babae.
Tao.
It was… beautiful.
Sa katunayan, maisip lang ni Callie ang mukha ni Clint, gumagaan na ang pakiramdam niya. Parang wala na siyang problema.
Sana puwedeng maging ganoon lagi—magaan, masaya, makulay.
Pero may mga responsibilidad si Callie. She was a single mom and she had to deal with the pressures of parenthood day in and day out.
And Clint was just a temporary “boyfriend.” And she wished he was not…