Every time I say your name out loud, I can’t help feeling intoxicated, like an ‘on my fifth shot’ kind of drunk. I mean it would start off simple. I let out the first syllable with ease. But on the second, I begin to slur and mumble. The corners of my mouth slowly tip up a smile. And I’m a goner.

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Nueva Ecija (July, 2014)