Clean.
Slate.
Blank.
New.
Zero.
Wash.
Erase.
***
An epiphany - the most avid reader of this blog
is
me.
***
I will miss...
the free dinners. the free movies. the forced hugs. the ride home. the dancing in the car to 80's music. the holding my hand from C-5 to Sucat. the where-are-you's. the kiss emoticons.
the conversations that make me feel smarter. the trip to the Avilon Zoo. all the travelling that will never be done. the Wednesday breakfasts. the rushing of feet as I am about to meet him. the looking forward to tasting my lolo's leche flan.
the people-bashing. the disgust of obese lesbians in barongs. the bulalo place along Felix Avenue. the painful near-win's of the Fighting Maroons. the quick dates to Cash N' Carry. the finish-my-food-for-me-please. the dreams of grandeur.
(the list goes on longer, much longer than the breath I almost missed taking, thinking about the list.)
the stoicism. the knowing that stoicism and all, he did care. did.
him. I will miss him.
(But he has moved on, and so must I.)
***
Q: Who did what wrong?
A: It won't matter in five years.
***
Which feeling is appropriate?
a.) Regret.
b.) Spite.
c.) Relief.
d.) Alarm
correct answer: e.) Hope
***
I need
more time
to correct
my mistakes.
(I've rubbed out the eraser.)
***
True.
False.
Both.
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