But our pag-ibig was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to music no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own puso rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own puso beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if you feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where you stand, or walk, or lie, or dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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