September 1, 2015
More than two years ago Kuya and his friend picked me up from work a little past midnight. It was drizzling. The lightest, prettiest rain that could happen at a time like that. My memories of that night sat at the backseat are made of yellow light from the lampposts, water droplets on the car window, a 90s song on the radio, Kuya and his friend laughing about something Kuya said, the feeling of safety...I wanted to hold on to that night and feel that way forever. This fills me up with warmth and I'm so happy right now.