Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Kisses
This was all over Facebook today but I'm blogging it so I can always have it to remind me that Vince and I also were strangers when he and I met, then talked on a hotel rooftop in the chilly Baguio night, and finally melted into a kiss that sealed our fate 15 years ago.
I didn't even really know his name. When my Papa asked me if I met anyone at the writing workshop, I said, "Well, there was this guy. His name is Vince Salas or something. Basta Vince."
"Is he someone special?"
I stopped for a while, thinking of the kiss. "Yes. Yes, he is. Possibly. Not sure yet. But we finish each other's sentences. That's something, right?"
And Papa said real quietly before he said good night, "Well, you better ask him his name again. You just might end up with it."
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What a beautiful story, Frances!
ReplyDeleteMas kinilig ako sa story o kesa sa video. Ang galing naman ni Papa mo humirit!
ReplyDeleteKakilig your own story =) Galing naman!
ReplyDeleteAwwwww :)
ReplyDelete"you better ask him his name again. You just might end up with it." And your dad was right :-) In this case, it not just "moms know best" but dad too.
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