From The Mail

Why why why do we have to part?
When life is such an art.
It may be cubism to thee,
or realism to me.
Do you prefer Zobel's abstract?
Or Amorsolo's real life?

To answer you dearest, I grew up in Amorsolo's light. If you thought I'd like to conjoin myself to the leisure of the world, I think I deserve a life that defines me.

boyeng, my boyeng
thoughts of you still fills my mind
though life is so unkind

boyeng, my boyeng
Sweetie, of my heart
why do we have to part
our life changed so much
why can't it stay as such

through random destiny we met
til the time we got wet
from pagadian's rain
to our hearts pain

take care my Sweetie,
this Pumpkin's gotta part.

You lavished me with your love and devotion. I didn't take that for granted. I hope. It was a profuse courtship. You were very extravagant to me. The daily courier service. When Mr. Messenger who always showed up at almost same time of every day, that after a lengthy period of time my two adorable spitz finally acquiesced to his regular visibility not having too territorial anymore. Books, mags and any read-thing you thought I'd like... You scrounged your aunt's bookstore, or had gone far north just so to delight the pleasures of my eyes. Chocolates, fruities and all sweets. Even the tea bags you got me from China or elsewhere, or the fruition of your labor from your family's grand orchard, neither the butterflies you took from your Nai-nai's gardenia nor the flowers you plucked were put to waste. I savored in this graciousness you exhibited, more so indulged me of long hours of nonsense over phone whenever I was on a hissy fit. What more I could want?

You didn't stop despite an intervening space measured a greater telephone bill rate. Nor the expanse of communication were put to limit. You stretched poles and contested at will that courtship knows no boundaries, that it doesn't end there because I moved out of country. But I think I have the end of the bargain. So I had to. And it's been almost a year now since I last told you two years ago. A year of distant thoughts, smiles, or like-ness. Until today. I thank you for this mail. I feel released from this pang of guilt I knew I've hurt you.

You're most kind and understanding person. You have a big heart and very down-to-earth. But wealth is never important. You need to get out of that shelter sometimes, from the comfort zones which veneer you of what life should take about. It's rough I know, but the truth is, I could not take myself for a business trip. If you want to start a relationship, make it a relationship; not a business creation.

Because I was never part of a business deal. Nor I am business itself.