Ever After

I wish I could say it ended up like a fairytale: the prince and I meet, we fall in love, and then we live happily ever after. And for a brief time, I actually thought we would.  He was charming as a prince, after all.  Tall, dashing, smart, well-established, seemingly sensitive as a poet, and having an inner core of strength that comes with tribulations in life - a perfect package that one only reads in children's bedtime stories. But what attracted me most was the way he'd cry at things that would tug at his heart: a nostalgic kundiman, or even a touching blog post or two.

A Proclamation

To the unnamed one who is broken, I am not here to piece you back together. I am not a mender, nor did I ever fancy myself to be one. It is you, and only who can do that; no one else. But these are the things I promise I can do for you:

That I will be there for you,

To cradle you in my arms when you need comfort,

And to lift your spirits,

That you may soar in the expansive skies once more,

As you rightfully should.

Ginahugma kita, Ga.