I arrived at the arrival area of NAIA 3 at 9 last night; your text message said you’d touch down at 9:10, just in time. The public address announced that your plane had arrived while I was walking down the stairs from the floor above. There were a few people walking to and fro. Most were seated on those metal benches, looking bored and sleepy.

The passengers who just deplaned left the baggage claim area in trickles until the trickles became like an agglutinated super-huge drop(let) of dew. And I saw you at the apex.

I knew I began to feel happy again.

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