My dream was I was back in Baguio and having the courage to say I love you to a boy I really liked. He was a little older than me, he was a med student. He used to be a bed spacer in an apartment complex along Pacdal road and I used to came by to see him. I met him after he lost his baby from his ex girlfriend, she had a miscarriage a few weeks before that. We dated a couple of times and young people like my age are easily influenced by older folks - that I shouldn't date a guy who had sex and almost got a kid - to that effect! LOL.
At that time I thought that they meant well but I doubt they know how I feel.
He told me that he has to keep away from me because of my age. I cried so hard that time. I really did. I threw all his letters away. I shut that memory off my mind for a very long time.
He came back to me in my dream, I was in his room and he was preparing for school and he was talking about his teacher. I stood up and said I love you. I didn't care about his past - about losing his baby. I love you and I wish you'd see me now, I hope I can see you again.