I have been browsing and re-browsing, reading and re-reading my parent's wedding album. My father's words reach deep.
"Teena, you are my little soul. You infuse my little comings and goings with vigor and meaning."
"Little soul, will you always just be there? Just be there. When people have stopped laughing at my little jokes, you don't have to laugh. Just stick around. Just be there, little soul."
"When I see a guy, young, dashing, good looking, highly talented and successful, where words carry weight in respectable circles, I become timorous. What if this guy discovers and stakes a claim on Teena, my little soul? I cannot in reason put up a fight and I wont stand in the way because I know that you deserve him better than me and and he deserves you better than I do. I will just return to my burrow, lick my wounds, curl up in pain and say: Anything for my little soul. Anything."
"Idiocy is having known you without having loved you."
"I know we've past the hardest part of parting. The rest is waiting, waiting, waiting... The problem with waiting is meaning. Will you be there to give my waiting its meaning?"
Teena Bernido
12C Illinois Street
Cubao Quezon City
My love I love you little soul but a man not worth his promises is not worth his love I will come back but I have lost the right to ask you to wait longer I love you
Raul
That last one was a telegram from Yale six years after he promised to come back in three years.
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