One year

I just realized that it's been one year since Ondoy. It's so weird. I just dreamt of him today.

*DREAM SEQUENCE*

I woke up inside my dad' room with Dada. I looked outside and I saw him. He was sitting in the bench near our store. He was reading a book. He looked so familiar and then I realized who he was. My dad called saying breakfast is ready. Dada and I came to the table. I paused and thought of him. I wondered if he's had his breakfast. I looked outside and at the bench he was sitting on earlier. He was gone. I looked again and found him at the other bench. The sun was becoming too much to bear for him so he moved. I called his name. He looked up at me and smiled. Invited him in for breakfast. Again, he smiled.

We came inside. I introduced him to my dad. He stayed silent for a few seconds. My mind called out for him to greet him. I sighed relief when he did. He sat down with us as we had breakfast. I was very happy to see him. He came all the way from Manila to Batangas. I was indeed very happy. And then I woke up again. I wondered if everything was just a dream. And then I found his plate. I smiled. It wasn't a dream after all. He was really there.

It was this time that I really woke up.

*END DREAM SEQUENCE*

I felt guilty thinking about him. I felt bad that I felt happy. I called up my boyfriend told him everything. I was just so weird. I guess my unconscious is trying to tell me something. *sigh* Let's leave it at that. It's no use.

I wonder. When I think of him does he think of me too?