II
318 Words
My love,
The weather was way too bad as the evening made its way to the dark. Each network's signal was failing, and the electricity was already down. The decades-old gmelina tree's trunk in front of us was creaking, and the sea rises way too fast, bringing ravishing waves with it. The city culverts expel huge amounts of water like a river compressed in a huge concrete pipe. The wind is howling now, and the rain defies gravity as it falls horizontally. Half of our home's roofs were already blown off, and the floor and walls were constantly shaking as the wind gusts. It's all of us now. We can no longer evacuate as the roofs from our neighborhood are flying uncontrolled, and the wind can effortlessly blow you into danger within seconds. My love, I am afraid. Perhaps Odette will leave a trail as Yolanda did to Tacloban.
Will I be able to see you again? Have I loved you enough for you to feel safe with me? I don't wish to erase all your traumas instantly, but the gradual love I showed you hope that the scars left in your poor heart would heal in time. It's all I can do, my love. I have done my best to give you the love I can render. It might be insufficient but always remember that never in a day of my life with you that I love you way too less. If I'd meet the scythe of death today, then so be it. I will rest with a weightless heart. I have loved you with the best I could, and I will bring it to the place where the universe will take me.
I keep my high hopes that you did and will not experience the same, my love, and I wish you all the best in your journey. You, to me, are everything.
Without wax,
J.L.
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