Dear moon,

You are privileged to have such sight. You probably see him from up there. You probably know how he is. I wanted to ask you many questions but I might not like the answer so I kept my silence. I've decided to ask you to send a message for me instead.

To the one who left:

Thank you for making me experience life. The wounds still sting and every broken piece hasn't found it's place yet, but I wouldn't have known that I am capable of loving someone as much as I've loved you. I talk of love in the past tense and now I suddenly ask myself if it should've been in the present tense. I'll leave it as it is. You showed me love; that love is real and does not require make-up, flawless skin, wit, confidence and other bases built by this world which attempts to calibrate standards and measure everything by the inch. You've made me strong, and I'm not talking about the way I am now, but the way I was before. You've exceeded my expectations and you shouldn't worry ever for turning your head away because you deserve to have your turn at happiness, I've had mine when I was with you. Thank you.

To the one who stays in my dreams:

You are terribly missed. It would be nice to call you or talk to you again but I'm still thinking of a clever reason, a convenient event, perhaps some friends to help me in my elaborate plot to see you again. Here I am writing about you but all I could think of are the times we spent; those quiet days when all we did was throw tantrums about how vicious the world has been, and how ironic life has become. There were times when all we could think of is get into each other's nerves and pretend that everything else around us is hypothetical and that we are the only ones real. There were times when all I did was rant and all you did was listen. There were days when the heavens wove a cloud of happiness; sending down raindrops that delay your trip home, a valid excuse to spend more time with you. I can't wait to see you. I miss you.

To the one who is about to arrive:

I don't expect you to be anything extraordinary. I won't promise you anything either. I have to warn you though, I might ask you to hold my hand every year during our APE when they extract my blood; and if it's okay, whenever I'm scared. I might ask for a hug whenever I see you and I might not ask for permission every time. I might ask you to listen to me sing you crazy mushy songs. I might ask for a weekly exclusive time. You might find yourself hearing me rant over this and that. I might act like a damsel in distress on certain occasions... although I'd really try hard not to be one. I could be very clingy when it's raining; one, because it's cold; two, because I might just want to take the chance to get close to you. And oh, I love to take pictures of almost anything including myself and you'll definitely take up half of my phone's memory. There might be times that I'd ask you to watch corny girly movies with me and that includes those with Sam Milby and John Lloyd Cruz. I hope you understand and I hope this doesn't scare you. I will wait for you.

Moon, I hope you'll get my words to them. For someone who has traveled endlessly in the sky, you must have known how it feels to see the stars pass you by every night when all you wanted to see is the sun. You must have chased after dawn and eluded the dusk to be with your love... but you and I both know that it takes more than chasing and running to find yourself in a perfect eclipse. Sometimes I think that you're a fool spending eternity for a few minutes of happiness but I guess only fools are capable of giving real love. I might not live to see the day when the whole universe halts to a full stop. Everything would perish and nothing would be left in existence... but I am not worried about you at all. As God has promised three things will remain and the greatest of them is love.