Remember

1655 Taft Ave.,

Malate, Manila

December 13, 2012

I will write to you now as I please. I will speak to you as if it’s easy to know what’s going on here. I will fill my facebook with pictures. I will try to bring you here in my little life while you’re there.

We’ll both grow into functional OK adults. We will laugh at our previous silliness and whisper by virtual reality spaces gossip. We will coffee and lounge out as we talk. May be on paper or through delayed blogs.

I don’t want to lose you to time. You mature in snow, I blossom in flood.

We will do it together even if we’re apart. I will learn to take risks, and you will take your time out. We will socialize in circles we both initially thought impenetrable. We’ll change ourselves and rehash our routine, reconsider what we should do and restructure our dwindling reserves of time.

There will be many tasks we’ll undertake together but our core should they both change, will know each other. I will prattle in the bubble of my blood in my self-pitying blog. You will be a wonderful optimist, eventually to the marrow. You will become self-reliant in more ways and laugh under your lashes within your social circles.

People we meet may frustrate, inspire, bully, uplift. They will come. We won’t stay. We will walk together, hands apart as we always did and as we walk with each other’s words in our heads, we are together.

That little piece of you you can’t retrieve from me will speak to me of fun and what there is of a world still unexplored. I will tread on it with a carpet of compounded principles on my feet. You will re-echo my piteous self-imprecating situations and become grateful of whatever situation you are thrust in.

Somehow, I know, I have suffered for you. Such is my belief for suffering; that the cosmos has a finite quota of it and that others who have to carry it ease it off the backs of others who might otherwise be bearing them. That’s silly, unfounded and not at all logical but it placates me and allows me to carry on with gratefulness whatever comes my way.

Just the same, our separate laughter, time zone encapsulated, will find a point where they will reconnoiter.