to my bluewhale

I remember the very first time we met. Huge, chinky-eyed- suplado. I was even the first one to get to say hi.

 

You kept my secrets whenever I go home early in the morning. That, only the three of us know who we were during then.

You witnessed my late night sessions while Daddy wrinkled his forehead and Mommy crossed her arms beside the door. 

You saw me in my ugliest.

You saw me in my happiest.

 

But then, you never gave me a chance to say goodbye.

...

 

It’s like breaking up with someone you’ve long loved. It’s like letting go of someone you have been with your entire life, almost.  It’s like getting home, empty. It’s like taking a vein out of your being. It’s like losing a dear part of what you call life.

 

I hope he understands.

I hope he’s happier now.

I hope he’s feeling better now.

I hope he’s treated well. Good if better than we did to him.

I hope they’ll remember his birthday. And even bring him pansit like we used to.

I hope they’ll treat him as family.

 

I miss you.

Our house misses you.

We miss you.

We love you.

 

But I know you’ll never ever get back.

 

Goodbye.

 

 

Hyundai Grace “Bluewhale” Asi Lagman.

WSE 782

 

** Sa mga maghahatid or magsusundo sakin, palitan niyo na ang landmark niyo. Wala na cya. Wala na ang blue van namin **

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