Yesterday jed texted me that he's missing being sixteen. He haven't been 16 for a long time he said. I am twenty-one. He's just eighteen. Thereof, more to me than to him. Am heeding a five-year old nostlagia. Older, maybe.
Don't quite have a retentive memory. But the rain, it keeps me from the danger of having a permanent unstructured thoughts of the past.
Things to fo when it's raining and nostalgic: Sing and play under the rain like a child again. Walk under the rain with your closest friends. tread muds with old classmates up there in the boondocks of UPmin. and watch puddles gather rain dewy-eyed.
Only the last options is available to me.
I hate being 21, as i write, with white hot fervor that never fades. Maybe not. Nevertheless, I'm not liking where I am right now.
For now.
Pagmasdan ang ulan,
Unti-unting tumitila
Ikaw ri'y magpapaalam na
Maari bang minsan pa, mahagkan ka't maiduyan pa
Sakbibi ka't ulan lamang ang saksi.
By the way, friends... I'm missing you a good deal already. Everybody who are not receiving texts and replies from me... I'm well. I'll text you sometime. Let's make the first three options available.
"In love we all take risks, we all
fall down. but u should not be scared to go a little
farther or be a little crazier. Because in the
end, the sweetest love is the one that made u sail
a little farther from the shores of comfort and
stagnation."
"Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult."
"I do not believe that women are better than men. We have not wrecked railroads, nor corrupted legislatures, nor done many unholy things that men have done; but then we must remember that we have not had the chance.
