Wine Thoughts

I am an alcoholic. I know that. I am chugging down my 4th bottle of wine as I type this essay about how wrong it is to be one. And while I know that this is rather ironic, I cannot help but ponder as to why I resort to alcohol every now and then. Is... Continue Reading →


I Should Tell You This Tomorrow

And I know that you said that it would be best if we don't get emotional but I'm feeling awfully depressed and upon assessing myself, I know that there's only one thing that would make me feel better: I want to fall in love. I know that tomorrow, there's a 70-30 chance that we'd watch... Continue Reading →

Confirming Receipt

I am now receiving this message from you. You replied from the thread I started August of last year. You’re asking me if I still use Telegram. I reread and reread the words over and over again. I cannot believe it’s you. I cannot believe it took you almost a year to see that message.... Continue Reading →

La Verdad (The Truth)

And so it might be a little too much of a bad omen, but I shall start my year with an emotional purge. I forgot to write about that time last December 22, when I was riding the elevator down your building. I was holding back tears of retribution. My chest felt constricted. I can... Continue Reading →

2 Years

For 2 years you have been my rock. For 2 years you have been my dream. For 2 years I've grown so much. For 2 years there was only you and me. God knows how much I love you. I have been looking forward to the day I could call you my own. I've been... Continue Reading →

Late Love Letter

What kind of love do we have? So far a part, so divided; we love each other through the hours that separate you from me. So while we're still treading on this road, let's make it worthwhile. It's been so long since I last wrote you a love letter and so let me write you... Continue Reading →

You Are Not The One

Now, I am certain that I am for someone else. Now I am certain that someone else will do me better than anyone else– than you. For I just smoked a cigarette I've stolen from my father's pack. And it was a cigarette for you –a smoke for all of your sins. I know that we... Continue Reading →

What We’re Going To Do

Let me tell you what we're going to do. I know that we've gotten a lot closer these past few weeks. It was great. But I just can't afford to lose another night overthinking about who we are. You are nice. You're funny. You and I share the same language. I know that you find... Continue Reading →

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