in my solitude, i am reminded of

your hearty laugh;
your corny jokes;
your interesting stories;
your pagmamayabang every time we talk about our schools;
your cooking;
your eyes;
your smiles that light up your eyes;
your latest gadgets;
your lively comments about life in general;
your views on marriage and family life;
your sincerity when you ask pardon for commissions and omissions;
your passionate retelling of how much effort you've put on to "find me out;"
your spur-of-the-moment decisions to do this or that (like playing arcade games at timezone);
your consoling voice when you have to bid me goodbye momentarily and hopefully temporarily;
your irresistible hugs;
your way of washing clothes which is by not turning them inside out because according to you, you are washing the outside because that is what is seen when the clothing is worn;
your earnest efforts to score pogi points for my Nanay;



and of course,


the fact that i am alone here and that you're there and we're islands apart.