I’d rather go deaf from the blasting music than hear all the mindless bickering, banging of doors and slamming of all the other things. Every loud thudding sound crushes my heart, my soul little by little. Is this the price I’m going to pay for all the euphoria I savored for the past few weeks?
I keep remembering that one lunch with a colleague’s family in Pampanga. The sumptuous meal paled in comparison to the warmth of their mirth and of their sincere intent to listen to each other’s anecdotes.
And I sit here, wondering if the pumping machine inside my chest gets smaller, even just infinitesimally, every time I experience this kind of strain. That’s Structurals for ‘ya. Now, give her (him) love.