A dream where I sang a song by Asin.

A dream from last month I found recorded in my phone’s notepad (likely a few weeks before we went to Nasugbu):

I was talking to Ronan Secondez in the living room of my parents’ house in Makati. Bern had just left us so he could sleep in my old bedroom.

I found my often ignored journal so I could write a reminder: Asin’s song Pagbabalik (the title I wrote, for some reason, was Muli). I sang the song to Ronan.

When opened, the last few pages of my journal contained notes from Bern: letters addressed to me, written during those times he was waiting for me.