Chapter 1- The man with Good Heart♥️
Before the veil, before the vows, and long before the silence of a cold house, there was just me.
A boy born under the July moon, a Cancer through and through—sentimental, protective, and carrying a heart that felt like it was made of glass and fire. I grew up in the warmth of Bicol, where the air tasted of salt and spice, and the "Oragon" spirit was something you didn't just learn, you breathed it.
Back then, my heart was a "clean slate." I believed in the kind of love you only see in old movies—the kind that stayed. I was the man who would give his last piece of bread, his last ounce of energy, and his whole soul to the people he loved. I didn't know how to love "halfway." For me, it was always all or nothing. I was a dreamer, building a "fortress of forever" in my mind long before I even knew whose face would fill it.
I was whole. I was unbroken porcelain, polished and bright, standing on the edge of my own life, waiting for the wind to carry me to my destiny. I didn't know then that the very thing that made me beautiful—my capacity to love so deeply—would also be the thing that would eventually break me. But looking back at that man, I realize he wasn't just "innocent." He was the foundation. He was the one who gathered all the strength she could, unknowingly preparing for the storm that was about to change his name and his life forever.
