I have spoken these words countless times.
You have heard them flow from my mouth.

But you never believed. 
Because you know.
That I lie.

I have traveled the far reaches of Mindanao with you.
You inspired me to climb mountains, to keep travelling
And now, even in separation, you inspire me to master the art of photography

You and me. 
We are so much alike.
Yet so different.
In the last years you have changed.
You are no longer the hot-tempered person I loved years ago
And me…in my grief for the loss of you
My love has turned to spite. 

I do not have the patience you possess, nor the constancy in you.
Yet despite my imperfections, you loved me still.

You call me and tell me how much you missed 

Us eating at Penong’s Tagum (Papa Pins)
–You know how much I love their barbecue–
Us riding your motorbike in Compostela Valley and Camiguin a few years after
Me watching you ride the waves in Tandag, Surigao
Us eating barbecue (again) at the Trade Market 

You introduced me to durian ice cream which I so love
And many others…I cannot remember
I do not wish to remember…

It was so long ago.

So long ago that I do not love you anymore.