Gerald told me the other day one amazing story that until now I can't get over with. As he was walking along a pathway a brown butterfly kept flying towards his direction. He stopped and watched. The butterfly moved past him and went straight to a white shoebox, a small one lying around the corner. He got curious and took a step near the box. He looked inside it and couldn't believe what he saw. He saw my name engraved on the shoebox in different colors, the same font of the henna tattoo of his name I got on my back when we were in Puerto Galera 4 yrs ago.
He said that he was reminded of how colorful life is with me.
This story will be kept locked in my heart forever. I love you Gwen.
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