Jamie Delos Reyes

Have you had this feeling in your life before? Who is he? What’s her name?

We might as well learn to stop fighting ourselves, and if we can, to love us too.

And you, you who will fascinate me until the very essence of you permeate the molecules that make up my body, until all my atoms rearrange to revolve around you; I want you.

Maybe to love is to believe in the unbelievable. To see the impossible abstractions that surround us, to have faith in the things we cannot see, to put our full weight on something we cannot ever touch.

Shouldn’t love end like a bomb? Shouldn’t there be debris and violence and fire and anguish? Shouldn’t I be drowning in darkness and grief?

You don’t really know we’re together.

You stare some more and you kiss her hair while your heart overflows and you think “I cannot lose this.” And then one day you do.

Don’t tell me about your day. Don’t ask about mine.

My mom now needs help from her children, she needs our arms around her when she cries and sobs in a dark room because she’s scared of dying, because she feels so weak after each chemo session, because she still cannot believe that this is happening to her.