Before You Let Go
Noong bata pa ako, I used to think na kapag umulan sa araw na namatay ang isang tao, ibig sabihin, may nalulungkot somewhere.
Maybe heaven.
Maybe the universe.
Maybe yung mga taong hindi marunong magsabi ng I love you habang may chance pa.
I always thought that if I were the one to disappear someday, I hoped it would rain. So maybe, just maybe, the rain could wash away everything I'd leave behind. The guilt. The regrets. The words I never had the courage to say.