moi: always singapore. :(
faghag: si longhair na naman b yan?
moi: someone else. another one who got away. =(
fagh: ohhhh. hugs dear. =(
fagh: at sinetch itetch? like i said before,when you've taken care of business here, pwede ka nang lumipad there.
moi: naman. para every morning magkasabay kaming tatlo sa train on our way to work. ansaya non.
moi: strike two na to ateh. one day madedeclare na talaga ako ng war sa country na yan!
fagh: go ahead
moi: it's not often you feel like telling a country: "inagaw mo ng lahat sa akin!!!"
as i write these lines, there is again that melancholia similar to what i felt years ago when i noticed a pattern that i think keeps on repeating itself in my narrative: that the best parts are always before endings.
the happiest times for me, they always tend to crop up when a chapter is about to close. like, meeting a man of my dreams when the both of us are about to take different paths.
you share your moments together, knowing fully well it's not going to last, and afterwards all you have left is a distant memory of what was there.
sana next time hindi na ganun.
5 days ago