“Have you already left for Pampanga?”
After six attempt to call you as soon as I woke up at 11 this morning, all of them leading to that aseptic “please try again later,” I sent you this text message hoping to see you before you leave. I received “not yet” after an hour. It gave me hope. I thought what happened last night was nasty, very immature.
Seeing you go wasn’t that bad, but days without you: unimaginable.
Thank you for that late lunch. That pinakbet was delicious.
And thanks for the prompt to make this page a little bit less barren.