M's a farmer - like the rest of his family and the generations before him, they have only known tilling land.
He said he was fortunate that he finished high school - but really, "ang plano lang talaga ng magulang ko ay magsaka ako hanggang sa mag-asawa at magpamilya na" M narrated.
Kaya lang naman ako nakapunta sa Maynila eh dahil sumama ako sa kaibigan ko - tumakas na lang ako kasi hindi naman papayag sila Nanay. Pero okay na kami ngayon, limang taon na din e. M continued.
I never doubted that he was.
His skin was sun kissed and tortured.
His palms were rough - like they've known hard labor forever.
And he had scars all over - from small cuts to deep ones.
When we were naked in bed, I started to trace my fingers from the scars in his hands, then to his arms, and then down to his chest.
Ang pangit, ang dami kong peklat. M
I just smiled.
Bawat isa nito, alam kong may kwento. ME
M just smiled but his eyes said otherwise.
I lived a secure life - no, we are not rich, but I did not have to do hard labor.
When I look at M, clothes and all, I could only see the sparkle and wander in his eyes and the light that his smile brings me...
A far cry from what his scars are trying to say.
Gusto kong malaman and bawat kwento ng isa. I said to M
Hindi magaganda, ikaw din. M said jokingly.
Wala naman kwentong-peklat na maganda e. I said
Hahaha - bago yun a: kwentong peklat. M said - and his face lit up again and seeing him, mine did too.
M has a hard exterior through and through but I know he is the gentlest of souls.
And again, for the first time, I wanted to care for someone.
Hindi na importante yung kwento, ang importante, lahat ng sugat na 'to ay naging daan pra sa sandaling ito - kasama ka. M
I wanted to comment on how good he is with weaving words pero I hesitated - I wanted to savor what he just said.
I touched the scar in his hand again and moved it to my lips.
Here's to those little moments that we live for.