One Rainy, August Morning

unfriending someone isn't always a bad thing
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I just realized that my ex unfriending me from Facebook this rainy August morning can be added to the many reasons why I love the rain so much. J

Tajo Chronicles: A Reprise (Part 3)

Episode Three - Goodbye.

I am practically running because I'm starting to get late for our dinner. I don't want to keep you waiting. I'm sure you want this done and over as much as I do.

“Are you mad?”, you ask without so much of a hi or a hello as I'm settling in my seat. 

You came to the place ahead of me. It's the same pasta restaurant where we had dinner that night I officially became your boyfriend. As I look in the neon sign and that red plaid table cloth, a feeling of familiarity creeps in. You even managed to get reservations to the table where we had dinner the last time, the exact same one outside. I can't help but notice the aroma of fresh pasta cooking and the smell of the outside air—a combination of smoke and monsoon breeze signifying the much awaited break from the long dry spell. On top of the array of indistinct smells is the sound of distant traffic of the metro. All of them, sight, sound and smell are mere repetitions of memory. Yet unlike before, we are sitting here under different circumstances and with different emotions. This is certainly a bad case of déjà vu.

Tajo Chronicles: A Reprise (Part 2)

I opened the door that leads to my refuge.

As I walk inside my small, cramped bedroom, I see that things are in the usual disarray as I left them yesterday. My clothes are still scattered on the floor and my old books are still arranged chaotically in one side of the room. My tangled bed is still exactly the same. Everything is unchanged as I left the house.

I am still the same, I suppose.

Or am I?

  I plunged myself to bed eyes closed and recalled the night that was and how it made all the difference in the world.

Episode Two - The Night That Was 

Tajo Chronicles: A Reprise (Part 1)

Episode 1: Starfish and Snowman at the Movies

I can’t help but notice myself smiling as I hold on to the railings of the train. While my body moves along with every vibration, halts and motions of this silver carriage, I feel the beat of my heart racing as I come closer to my destination. I keep on telling myself to pull it together but anticipation floods over my being.  I feel my limbs trembling, beads of perspiration start to appear on my forehead as I stare on each sign that tells me I’m becoming one station closer to where you are. They are like pale ominous signs of impending doom, ghostly and eerie; but in this case I remind myself that they are bringers of something good. Those station signs bring me closer to you. My tall, thin frame gets squished and shoved by the numerous passengers boarding and getting off the train but I don’t care. I just keep my stare focused on those ethereal plastic signs. At this very instance nothing else matters:  just you, me and those signs.

Tajo: The Beginning

It’s hard to admit that I might be falling,

since I have long resigned to the thought

that I am complete 

on my own

without anyone’s help.

Yet here I am,
waiting for you to come alive,

and eager to hear what you will say 

about the randomness I’ll ask;

or how you’ll complement my thoughts

and make me realize how much I have to learn.

Who knew a somewhat similar soul exists

whom I’ll be able to share
even the most mundane of things?

Day dreams,
they prophesied you're not supposed to happen yet,
not until in my distant years

when everything is perfect,
and steady and constant

when I am ready.

Yet here you are,

now,

amidst all the imperfections in my world,

ready to pursue an endeavour I deem futile.

How long has it been?

For the both of us?

Can we still remember what it used to feel?

Are you healed? Am I ready?

Is this right?

Is this going to be worth it?

I guess we’ll never find out unless we try...

Self-restraint,
I think I've had enough.

Let’s see where this road takes us.