July 29, 2015
I now associate you with fog, the prettiest memory I have of Baguio and I choose to connect it with you. I see that you have traveled a long way from the island of us, and it's going to be a lie if I say it does not affect me at all. Because it does, in a way. Somehow in the back of my mind I nurture a little hope that one day I will see you sailing back, not necessarily to get back to where we left off, but maybe just a quick hug, or a proper goodbye perhaps.