“We’re a bit behind yung ibang campuses, yung Diliman, Mindanao.”
*Eh yung Cebu?*
“Sel? Huy, Sel. Iniisip mo pa rin ba yung rep ng CPH sa University Electoral Board?”
I blink. I muster an answer.
“Ah, oo. Wala akong maisip eh.”
Cebu.
I know what I did was right, but sometimes thoughts come unbidden. I always wonder what’s going on in Cebu. I always wonder about you.
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“Ano dali isave mo na yung file ng guidelines for electoral board.”
I think that since CEB and UEB guidelines naman siya ede
CEBUEB.doc
Yves looks at me expectantly.
“Cebu?”
“Ano lahat may meaning ha?”
I ask, even if I knew the answer already.
Even if we both knew I was thinking about you.
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“Sel, masyado mong gusto yang kantang yan.”
I smile.
“Eh bakit ba, ha? Maganda kaya.”
I say as I play Sila by Sud again.
I played it again and again while working on my thesis. In fact, my groupmates have also memorized the lyrics. As well as my roommates. And now, I play it everytime I can in different PGH labs. It provides an odd source of comfort.
Kahit wala pa rin talagang sagot sa tanong kung bakit ka mahalaga.
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Lagi pa rin kitang naaalala. But forgive me if I can’t talk to you as you know that will erase any progress on both our parts. I see that you look happy and alright. Okay lang din naman ako. I just had to get this out. I don’t know if you open this anymore pero okay lang. Hindi ko naman to ginagawa para maiparating sa’yo kundi dahil gusto ko lang ibuhos to.
I wish you well. :)
