I wish
you were just a phase like all the other guys that have come before you. So that in time I can actually forget you and replace you and look back at the memory of you with a small smile on my face.
For the past five days that I was in Manila, sleeping in an unfamiliar hotel room, all I ever dreamed about were broken scenes inside a small blue room with lace curtains and old photographs, an unfinished church under the noonday sun, a cramped white elevator, a marble staircase and a noisy club drowned by my own drunken stupor.