The plane left at 9:35PM on the dot. We arrived 25 minutes early. Definitely a first for me...
48 of the best hours this month, so far. 48 to go and I am getting sadder by the moment. Whenever I'm here, I never want to go back to Manila. When I'm in Manila, all I think about is the next time I come here (and eat som tam coz I'm takaw like dut...) - crazy I know but I love it here. I love this city more than I love the city I have lived in for the later half of my life.
I want to call this home but I can't.
It was not meant to be.
Just like you and me.
And so, as I need to say farewell to this beautiful city I wish were my own, I need to say goodbye to you too. You, whom I wish were my own too.
Time will heal all wounds.
Pray tell... why do I write such incoherent posts lately?