flood

dearest P,

i don't know if you noticed, but everytime we see each other, it rained. somehow my mind associated rain with seeing you, and it actually sucks. i wish it was like before that the only thing rain makes me look forward are cancellation of class or work, because as much as i hate to admit, i will not be seeing you again no matter how much it rains.

maybe it is too late to tell this story but the moment i realized that it is you that i want to be with happened during a heavy downpour in a supposed to be fun afternoon stroll in one of the oldest places in the city. the walls of intramuros might be a silent witness of the war, and a lot of wedding photoshoots but it is also where i knew that it i am standing near the best woman i will meet for the rest of my life. i still remember when i asked you if you are willing to cross the flood-submerged streets, which you agreed to without any hesitation. we were both wet when we entered the nearest fastfood to eat and try to dry ourselves. i actually got sick after that but i didn't tell you because i really don't mind doing that again as long as i'll be doing it with you. i know, it sounds cheesy but i would very much love to be with someone who is willing to cross any disease-prone floodwater with me to eat french fries than someone who'd wait for everything to subside so that she won't get wet.

that place was full of memories. in fact, when i was there for work a few months ago, it just all came back without any warning. who knew that studying the history of a place can also bring some histories you didn't expect to still be there. maybe that is why old places has this feel of melancholy. they are filled with memories of people who tried to fight for what makes them happy that failed. while some are successful, i think all those failures drown them like how the flood takes over the dry pavement where one is supposed to walk in.

i really hope you are smiling right now,
N

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