Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Sunday Nights


Originally written in Facebook on July 7

It's a quiet Sunday night and I'm drinking a glass of wine before I sleep, reading what people have written today in Facebook. I see a girl talking about wanting to change, a man celebrating his newfound love, a mother telling a funny story about her daughter, a girl posting photos from a party last night.

It warns my heart, these little updates that allow me a glimpse of my friends' lives. Their joys and sorrows.

Yesterday, I witnessed a man and a woman marry each other. Weddings always make me feel sentimental. It's one of the most beautiful things in this world, I think.

Today, I bumped into a friend and I found out he broke up with his boyfriend. Hearts get broken every day, some might say. Still, I know it’s not easy.

"Hay ... I'm sorry to hear about what happened," I text him.

"Thanks Kane," he says. "I had to cut my losses. Got tired of getting disappointed. Something to talk about someday."

Someday, the word echoes in me. Perhaps one day, we'll be gathered around each other and perhaps by then, he'll be sporting his old jolly self.

"I'm confident as I'll be having you as my inspirational guide," he tells me.

"Oh honey. I'm certain you're more manageable in matters of the heart. I always fumble and stumble."

Longing is full of endless distance, the poet Robert Hass once said. One day when I'm fifty, I'll look back on Sunday nights like these and tell myself, "Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings."

1 comment:

Momel said...

I don't think I qualify for that longing business anymore. I'd rather live in the day, maybe plan a month in advance, and then, for the time being, make fun of everyone every chance I get.

Muahness from Pasig Cirehhh!