Five days ago I just needed pixie dust to fly when I thought about the four days I will be home. To be embraced and to close my eyes and surrender again.
Tuesday evening and everything went like clockwork; no traffic, there was a bus waiting and slept most of the 9 hour ride home and got off the bus right in front of the house where the two ladies that made my world spin were probably still sleeping. It was 5 am, and as Naga embraced me warmly my glasses misted over.
"Dating ka na." and Rain smiled at me, half asleep. With her, between me and Love, I surrendered.
Time stopped running and instead walked and enjoyed himself. For four days and it was good to think again and say hello to my mind, it was good to love and be loved again, it was good to embrace and be embraced again. Life is kinder during these times and it was good to remember and appreciate the simple reasons for living and to continue living.
And so for four days, I simply lived.
On the evening of the fourth day, I couldn't fly anymore.
Coming down from the bedroom, Rain saw me carrying my knapsack. "Alis ka, Papa?"
I answered yes, and went to hug her, right after telling me. "Kain pa muna, e."
We ate longganiza and buttered corn for dinner, like it was breakfast. Just after I put on my knapsack and kissed her mom, Rain looked me and asked.
"Iwan mo, Rain, Papa?"
Twice.
I said no and it came out as a promise.
They waved me goodbye at the gate right after. Something inside me hurt like hell.
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