As the bus rolled away from the station, i watched you wave at me
with tear-filled eyes. I know, darling, we've been having the same old
episodes for a time now. But that doesn't mean I don't feel the same. I
just have to struggle how to stifle my tears each time I have to leave
you. Each time. Each parting, a set of those mushy "I'll be missing you"
tears.
I have always thought I was born an emotional lot. But I
think it has something to do with how I tend to cherish much of the
bonds I've built or found or formed or discovered.... Attachment
issues? Probably not. It's totally different with our own kids, I'm
sure.
At this point, I feel like I need not to delve deeper into
why I have this. Because, in a selfish way, I find it charming that my
lil one feels the same way I do. Not that I see it as an inferiority nor
a bane. I believe it's one of the purest manifestations of being human.
Nunmul. Right from the windows of our souls. A beautiful irony
representing something sweet despite its actual briny being.
NB: Hindi ko naman actually pangarap na maging lacrimoso ka, anghel.
Sarap lang isipin na namana mo pagka-senti ko.>D >D >D
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