Tonight is one of those nights. I’ve been staring blankly across the street for the past few hours, scribbling notes on a sheet of hotel paper. There’s a story inside my head waiting to be written; but my fingers flail and falter with every letter as I try to put thoughts on paper. I’m either…
My Dearest Kaya,
I’m writing this in April of the year 2012, skin glowing from the kiss of the Palawan sun, head still rocking from the turbulence that jostled our tiny plane as we prepared to land back in Manila.
This is the return from a trip that was initially supposed to be about…