Category Archives: Old Life

A boy.

I want to tell you about this sadness.   Okay. This thing I’m feeling, this longing for someone? This used to be manageable back when there was no one particular person I was feeling it for. It’s been 2.5 years since Jang and I broke up. And in that span of time I would like [...]

Appropriate hope.

Is no hope in you for me? No corner you could squeeze me? But I got all the time for you, love My hope is that someday this will all make sense. I keep asking you please, please care again. Please, just… even for just one more day, pay attention, because this here, this here [...]

So there was this house.

Elizabeth Berg used this relationship metaphor in Say When: There was a house with a number of rooms, wherein two lovers used only several; leaving the other rooms unused, unexplored. Over time they grew tired of each other and one of them ended up wondering why they never get to use the other rooms, why [...]

This blackness.

I remember lying in bed with you, it was afternoon in Baguio City, maybe 2 maybe 3 maybe 4 p.m. Lazy sunlight was streaming in through the window cracks and I could see the little hairs on your cheek. You were reading your half of the newspaper and I was pretending to read mine. I [...]

Day #12

The things they say about looking forward and moving on are not always true. In my case, looking forward will always have the past in it—her constant presence in my life, and of how she was mine once. Her side of the bed, her spot on the dining table, how she combs her hair, how [...]