Bora is now merely a memory.
We only have photos as external memory aid in helping us remember the genuine happiness which transpired.
I wasn’t even able to write about the beauty of the first sunset as it happened. Darlings, it was my favorite part. And I entrusted the daunting task of preserving the moment to my rotting memory.
The trip was a happy drug. Tawa, kain, sun bathe, at tawa lang ng tawa. Bungisngis on the side.
The thought of ending the perfect vacation makes me cry.
I do not want ever to forget.
But reality is slowly creeping back.
And I have to make an important phone call at 9am.