While waiting for a cab ride and sitting under an old tree( I forgot the name of that tree but it was huge and haunted-looking), I asked him if he was hurt that she left. He said, O, gud. (Yes, I am.)

Ouch, I thought. With his remark, I supposed they became an item and had a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

The following day, or was it the next day, I asked him again. “Did you love her?”

“Ha?”(Huh?) he creases his forehead. “Wala man me nagkauyab ato.” (We did not have a relationship.)

“Ingon ka nako last night uyab mo.”( You said so last night.) I retorted. This time, I became suspicious.

“Wala la oy.” (I did not.) He said.

“Did you love her?”

He shook his head. “Why can’t you just say it? Maybe, you still do.” I was already fighting for tears.

“Wala.” (No.) “No, I don’t love her.” He pulled me close to his side and kissed my temple. I was so happy I curled up on his side.

I believed him but I was skeptical. What can I do, I am a woman. This when we were just starting and the love fire was burning crazily in our hearts, but that that was almost eight years ago.