Thank

Today, I did the right thing. And while I was crying my eyes out, I realized how I was watershedding not because I entirely felt regret, but because I felt that this was the thing to do. That this was the most humane and loving thing I could do for you, for my present state of consciousness anyway.

For all the laughter, the barok words, the jokes,
For all the trips, mountains, bike rides,
For all the sidewalk tambay, the late night-outs, sleep-ins,
For all the calamari, street food and canned tuna,
For all aphorisms, allusions, misuse of prepositions
For all the weird dance steps, the vomit on your window (almost),
For all the flowers, surprise visits, meals cooked,
For all the colorful and intricate pasalubong,
For all the time spent listening to a ranting lunatic,
For all the pseudo psychoanalyses,
For all the cheap thrills,

Thank you.