Needless to say, I miss this guy. We used to have engaging conversations about cool series like Nip/Tuck, sound trip during break times (he sneaks his iPod inside) and everything else under the sun. I guess this longing for him was heightened by last night’s visit in Amici. Along with other friends, we once had a meal in this place and hung out in Starbucks nearby when he went back for a vacation. I remember giving him a t-shirt a bit smaller than his size then. He reacted, “It’s ok. Malapit na akong maging small,” Classic!
So we’re together one late afternoon. We were holding hands as we embarked on a long walk. He sounded very excited to show me something. I remember looking up at him intently and noticed how his face had changed. The usual boyish looks gave way to a rough, street-smart exterior. Must be the stubble.
When we finally reached our destination, he sat for a moment to tie his shoelaces. I remained standing before a closed door, thinking I was seconds away from being introduced to his new love. The apartment owner’s maid saw us and told me nobody’s home. She was holding a green basin and, when we agreed to leave, she went inside.
Bong said we can go elsewhere. But I can’t remember how this dream ended.