You were my constant. My coffee and kakanin in the morning, my hot soup after work and travel, my turmeric tea when I got sick, my “food always tastes better at home” vibe.
You were my constant. I went out into the world knowing that when I came back your arms would embrace me, and your hands would hold mine.
You were the rose on special occasions. You were the daisies on ordinary days. You were the jokes on bright days. You were the happy thoughts on nasty days.
You were the cards which said “I saved one peso a day just so I could get you this card.” You were the phone calls who asked “have you eaten?” and “What is your food?”
You were my constant. You were my “I am so glad I’m going home to.” You were my “I miss home because of.” You were my “I will just sit here to be with you.”
You were my constant. And I sometimes forget that you are gone. That you are now in a better world. Then I cry. And I wish that I can kiss you one more time.