October 14, 2016
Day 450. How come you don't write? I hope for a letter, of course, any sign that you're okay. I worry about your bad back, your weak knee, your tendency to fall asleep anywhere. Remember when you came home without your bag because you fell asleep on the jeepney? Of course, you remember. We laughed the whole night, we laughed ourselves to sleep. How come we could laugh about our imperfections, our failures, our small indiscretions, and yet we are threatened when things go right, when things look like they're going to be perfect? You left when everything was okay.