do you remember when we were standing on top of that little mountain we climbed? you were hugging me from the back, and we were looking down at all those beautiful houses.
you said, “alin dyan gusto mo? pili ka.”
I laughed. then I asked, “baket? bibilan mo ko?”
you hugged me tighter and then you whispered, “oo naman. hintayin mo lang.”
i’m still waiting. it still hurts. nobody still can make me laugh the way you used to. i miss you.





























