i had a dream last night.
we were seated across each other. minding our own little businesses. you with your laptop, i, with my book. we sat in comfortable silence.
the view pans to the right. and right beside you was her. she too, was busy with her own thing. her hair was tied, and little strands of hair framed her face.
i remember thinking: i wish i could pull that off – little strands of hair that framed my face.
by the feel of it, it was late afternoon. there were pigeons around that little coffee shop we were seated on. i don’t think we were even in manila.
then it was time to stand up. i said goodbye to her first. i hugged her tightly thinking: take care of him.
and i hugged you. it took all my might to not hug you tight, and rest my head upon your shoulder, smell the nape of your neck. i was afraid if i hugged you any tighter
i might break into pieces.