It’s Berta’s birthday. Sept. 20. She would’ve been 27. It’s been almost 2 years since she passed away and I still have her contact numbers on my cel phone, her address on my email account and her profile on myspace.com. I can’t seem to delete it. For some reason, I’d still like to think that she’s just in the States living her life.

I’ve always asked myself if I’ve really let go or if I’m still in denial whenever I’d come across her contact details either on the phone or whenever I log on to my account on myspace. And every time I’m reminded that she’s dead. But I’d like to think that’s only the physical aspect and that she’s just gone somewhere else-somewhere where she’s better off.

I miss her and I wonder if she knows this. Either way, happy birthday Berta.

Her anger easily turns into laughter,
Once he starts gazing at her with apologetic eyes.
He seldom finds the right words to say,
But she begins to understand his inadvertent ignorance.