rustle, n.
Two years ago we went to Tagaytay and buried a clear bottle near the big blue house at the back of my friend's pad. We made a reminder --why we should stay. It was written n the notes inside it, that if ever, something --no, everything between us went wrong, we would just dig the bottle out and read it.
I stayed because of your note: BCOS I LOVE YOU. I heard a gentle sound, dry leaves blown in a cold breeze. I thought I was protecting you from everything that I go through. But, now I know, I got lost along the way. I am never tired of our situations. I guess, you got tired of it...?
