Manila

I remember it like it was yesterday. We were in San Francisco. A storm was coming, but we stood there, looking at the Golden Gate Bridge. Then you had to go back. You were hooked up to these machines. I should’ve visited you more often, but, I was scared. When you came out months later, we went to theme parks. We had fun together, but you were too ill to ride the rides that we used to together. I didn’t realize what was coming. You had to go back in one last time the moment after. You left me a text message, saying how proud of me you were, that you were sorry that you couldn’t be there for me because of what’s been happening. I didn’t realize what it meant until the night you finally came back, and collapsed. I was helpless, I didn’t know what to do. And I never got to say goodbye.

I will never forget that message.