Still Addicted

"Oist, Tristan..."

"Uy, Adik... wassup?", I replied.

"Lapit ka na umuwi ah..."

"Yeah... I'll be staying at (insert name of hotel) pala while I'm there."

"For a month?"

"Yup. But, I'll be in and out of the metro. Pero, I reserved it for a month."

"Makikitulog ako minsan ah..."

"Oo naman...", sagot ko sabay tawa.

Silence.

Yes, I can still remember Adik. I can still recall how he tried to hide his tears the night before I left. He was the last boy I met before I left Manila and yes, he was special.

"Oist adik, ano pala gusto mo pasalubong?", I asked.

Silence.

"O wag ka na mahiya...", I urged him.

He changed the topic. But, I wanted to find out what he wanted. Makulit ako eh. I don't want to bring anything for him that he won't like. Sayang ang effort.

"Hindi nga, seriously, ano gusto mo from here?"

Silence.

"Ikaw."

At ako ay biglang nagsuklay ng mahaba kong buhok. Haha.