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yeah i know you’ve told me alot of times before but i guess i was just listening out of respect. there were times that i was too tired to argue, there were times that i was busy watching tv, but i have to admit, most of the time i didnt believe you. ’til i got here. you were right. it is beautiful. spectacular, in fact. breathtaking, this moonlight over tandag.

i may have to take back some of the things i said before. it’s kinda stupid, this thing im doing, coz i know none of this really matters now. i just probably want to tell you that i believe you now. and i want to remind you how beautiful it is.

a part of me tells me that this is what ive been missing. a part of me says this is where i was supposed to be, not here, not in this lonely city. a big part of me says, i wish you were here.

it breaks my heart every time i think about some things. of how i want to tell you about the sunsets ive seen, of how i still go out every afternoon at around five coz that’s your favorite time of day, or of how i finally got here after all those years. but i have learned to accept that there are things that are not meant to be shared. like beautiful sunsets, and majestic moonrises. there are things that i have to see on my own.

like seeing you grow and transform into something more beautiful. it puts my soul at rest. see you around.

i had to squeeze myself thru the narrow passage between frames of fake amorsolos and the boisterous monsters that you call your friends to get to the door. Twenty steps away all that noise has gone down to a whisper and yet I still hear you breathe. I know I shouldn’t have come and ive thought about it over and over again and im sorry I just had to hear it from you. On the way I had thought of just hanging around like we used to.. drawing images out of the fog in the bathroom mirror and maybe have coffee on the couch with only our robes on. But at this moment I think everything is clear that what we had is now the past and that I just have to walk away. I can still hear you breathe. Down his neck. And I can hear his hand on your waist. And now I hate the way you flick your hair and it hurts me coz I used to love it. we’re over, more than done. I can breathe now. Thanks for everything.