11 years ago. . . I look back. I smiled. I found my world in an unlikely place. Heart sparked. Heart kindled. Heart learned to open for a soul to rest. Your eyes. Your smile. Those pair of smooth limbs to hold beside a jeepney ride. The touch. The kiss. The embrace that warmed a cold rainy day. Holding your hand. Smelling your hair. Keeping you up close calmed my riot. Getting to know each other. Soothing curiosities with openness. Jokes and laughter made days brighter. Struggled for recognition. Struggled for acceptance. Like a movie, where love must be fought for. The places we went. The time we shared. Our heartaches deposited in each other’s caring ears. To survive, to thrive, a world to face while keeping each other tight. We fought. We shook our fragile new bond. We worked hard to stay. New. Vigor. La energia de amor. 11 years ago.
History shall continue to unfold, and my history shall end when I no longer unfold.