Monday, March 28, 2011

I Miss Sagada


It is just one of those mysteries of life. You can travel anywhere in the world and one place seems to linger a little bit longer and haunts you. Yet, unlike most hauntings, you want it close to you. I spent quite some time last night tossing on my bed and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't shake off this heaviness of the heart. Couldn't figure out why until

It hit me. Heart. I knew why now.

I had left a little piece of my heart back in Sagada.



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