There will be no looking forward to swan boat rides in Baguio. No more eating red and plump and sweet strawberries in season or enjoying each other’s company even if it rains there. Not even walks through Session Road where we used to look at the wares being sold on the streets at night. Or dining in one of the cafes there. Not anymore.
There’s no going back to that city of memories with you, I guess.Â Its the end of the road for both of us. Seven years. Seven long years of tears and laughter, of being together. Seven long years of dealing with our own shortcomings and idiosyncracies and faults and forgiveness. Of love.
The Baguio of memories is coming to an end. But it was a beautiful journey with you. Thank you. You’ve enriched my life.