So, I’m seated across my sister, staring blankly on the floor.
“Ano, give up na?” (So, giving up?)
She’s referring to the article I’m writing for work, but it was processed a lot differently.
Yes, I’m letting go of the feelings and hopes I still have.
Yes, I’m giving up the thought that we could still be something when the time is right.
No, I’m not letting go of the dreams I have for myself.
No, I trust in His plans for me.
The question’s still echoing. My answers are clear but my soul feels so empty and heavy at the same time.