You need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
And I suppose you think you are the proper person?
Oh, yes, if I cared to take the trouble. They say I kiss very well.
Oh! Why, you..
Of course, you’ve probably wondered why I never tried to follow up that chaste peck I gave you, the day I brought you that bonnet--
I have never--
Then you aren’t a nice girl, Scarlett, and I’m sorry to hear it. All really nice girls wonder when men don’t try to kiss them. They know they shouldn’t want them to and they know they must act insulted if they do, but just the same, they wish the men would try... Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
furnace melts iron
lava pouring on the sand
beauty despite filth
Burnham Park, Baguio City. 6/29/13
Spanish class. Getting Spanish words in the air as I struggle to compose decent sentences. UP Diliman. Palma Hall (I sound like a freshman). CAL. Econ. Libraries. The worn-down shortcut path in the Sunken Garden. The indescribable feeling of solitude as I sit and listen alone in lecture rooms. Reading and sleeping during lazy afternoon breaks.
I want to time travel to my university days.