Ever since I was born, my family has broken Filipino tradition and has stopped going to the cemetery on All Saints’ Day (1 November). I guess they thought it ironic (not to mention morbid) to commemorate your dead relatives on the anniversary of someone’s birth.
“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”—