Letters From Linz

A Letter for You

Dear you,
How did we get here? At what point from “I would still love to see you and hang out with you” did you decide that it was now going to be you hanging out with other girls?

I thought the world of you and what we had was too short-lived. I hate how when I see a good movie and hear a good song, it was always you I thought about. It was always you that I wanted to tell and at the end of the day, I would have chosen you.

Love, me


Frida Kahlo ♥


Perhaps if we met at another time, if the timing was right, it would have been easier to commit. To say yes without having to fear being apart or the unknown and uncertain future.

There are conversations you always remember and people you know you’ll only meet once in a lifetime. I am blessed to have experienced both from a boy who holds my heart. But he’s leaving. He is leaving. I want to hold time and shift it to another moment, another possibility of meeting him in a different circumstance.

We talk about movies. Always about movies. Like it’s what we both live and breathe. Just like how scenes and lines depict truth, strength and dreams. I’ll miss how his eyes twinkle when he talks about them. His infinite tenderness and passion…

I have eight months to see how things play out. And if there’s one thing I know about time, it is fickle and opportunity can come when time and timing are right.

“We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.”
— Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes

The Dream

To me, the past month seemed like a dream. Where one adventure was defined by beautifully captivating scenery and quintessential park benches, the other was marked by conversations of movies, family, ambition and The Keg Mansion.

Just when you thought that life was good and you’re happy the way things are, life throws you a little curve ball. Perhaps to test you, perhaps to shake things up. Thankfully, this curve ball presents itself in moments that make me want to pinch myself, just to make sure it’s all real.

I’m not sure how the succeeding weeks will shape up, but from how they are now, I wish I’ll never wake up from this dream-like state.

*this post is an alternative response to this Daily Prompt

So there’s this boy…

And he kinda has my heart. However, this, he does not know. I wasn’t one to tell, unless I was sure we were on the same page. My pace was slow, guarded and shy (he says). He tells me that I should take a risk. Little does he know, he was the risk.

Food Planner: On Rediscovering the Yellow Mango

I’e always thought that the yellow mango has got to be the most unassuming of all fruits. Underrated yet always sweet and bright, this fruit has got me missing home. The fruit always reminds me of that tropical bliss I feel when in Manila, where for the most part, the heat is always on and the bustling city is never quite asleep.

Perhaps, I am just really missing home and the unapologetic mango was a great excuse to tackle the subject (also, a response to today’s brilliant Daily Prompt). Canada may have its own version of the mango, but it never is the same as the Philippines’ kind. It lacks juiciness, depth and that thirst quenching quality that the Philippine mango is known for.

Love your own, right? For now, I stick to Canadian market bought bananas, strawberries and grapes. But one day soon, the mango and I will meet again.