Our protagonist wakes in the not-so-cold October morning. Embracing his pillow, he wishes it was his special someone. Unfortunately, his love is miles away. He ponders how they managed a long distance relationship. He remembers a text message saying “love is like the force between two atoms (or is it molecules?). The farther they are, the lesser it is.” Fuck that fallacious logic, he thinks. Then his hand looks for his phone. Six messages; half of it from his love.

They were exchanging messages last night and apparently, our protagonist slept without giving notice to the other. He rapidly types letters, words, and finally sentences greeting his special someone a good morning, that he was sorry, and those two words they always exchange, “Mahal kita.” He even ended the message with a :* as always. He gets out of bed, puts his glasses on, and kisses his cellphone screen just a few seconds before it was sent. I love you, he whispers to himself inaudibly. I speak truly.