I am not her.
The one you chose to be with.
The one you hold hands with.
Whose finger wears your ring.
The one who doesn’t know your truth.
No, I will never be her.
I am just the one who tolerates the lies.
Whose heart keeps hurting every time the door closes.
The one in the shadows.
Trapped in both our cowardice.
I am just the man who chose to hide.
Forever waiting for the light.
Last weekend was spent re-discovering Bohol for the third time. This province never ceases to surprise me even if there were places deeply affected by a 7.2 magnitude earthquake late last year. We took so many photos and it’s hard to choose what to show here but I hope you will enjoy these. Go visit Bohol and have fun!
As I was writing this, typhoon Glenda (Rammasun) just propelled Manila and several of the provinces with very strong winds and rain. Praying for better weather soon.
…Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
- Remember by Christina Rossetti
Is it really better to forget and be glad especially on this day? To forget her means removing the one thing that connects us. You and I…we weren’t the same before her and even more so after she was gone. She was our missing piece.
I hope wherever she may be, she remembers. I know I do.