8 : silent waves, silent kisses

Fast forward yung story. Skip a few chapters. Will go back to the skipped chapters after this.

The work we were supposed to accomplish was successfully completed in that beach house. The beach was the last of the series of brainstorming sessions we had. We presented to management the work we completed after the beach session. The magazine was actually launched and it became a success. I did not join the magazine as the pay was too low, I already had a job then which was paying well. Only two out of the seven in our group, which included her joined the magazine we brainstormed for.

I woke up very early, ahead of everyone else the day we left the beach house. The sun was just up and the beach at this time was deserted and nice. The water was calm, almost dead still, and the water and the beach is like in one monochromatic grey color, almost seamless from sand to sea.

It was difficult waking up that early, I hardly slept because of the booze we drank the previous night and this pulling of the heart that was saying the experience will soon end. It was bitter sweet, actually. There is the sadness of it ending at the same time the joy of experiencing the pleasure.

The anxiety of the situation with her was added to it. Going back to Manila means going back to the reality of her actually having a boyfriend and it wasn’t me. Not that at that point in time I wanted to be her boyfriend, but it could mean the past days may not be repeated and at risk of being lost. I didn’t want it to be a one night stand, I wanted it to be night that started it all.

The day after, I woke up early because I wanted to remember the place my way. I did not have a camera with me, so I looked at the beach by myself, committing to memory an imprint of it, then saved in my memory. It was the next best thing to having a camera. Baka kasi last na, so might as well take some for myself.

I walked along the beach then came to the part where we had our first intimate moment on the beach. How did I know it? A few empty bottles of Corona Beer were still on the beach and the remains of the small bonfire was still visible.

I stopped. Sat down on the same spot where she and I sat.

I got three empty bottles of Corona Beer. I cleaned them with sea water. I filled two bottles of Corona beer with the sand where we sat. The other, I filled with mostly small seashells and some sand. I brought home the two bottles with the sand. I was going to send one bottle to her one day after we reach Manila. I will keep the other. The bottle with the shells and sand, I buried under the sand. I included the small seashells as little reminders of what we heard during that night – the waves kissing the shore and her moans. Silly me, but in my mind the sand I put inside the bottles were the same sand we sat on.

That was how I wanted to remember the joys and pleasure we experienced on that beach - a Corona Beer bottle filled with sand where we sat on. I hope she would like the gesture when she receives the bottle I filled up for her. Why bury one? I don't know – maybe sometime in the future, I would go back to that beach and retrieve it. The memories like the one I had with her on that beach are very much worth coming back to.

s: Goodmorning franc0! Dang Another sit back and wait installment Feels like I skipped some chapters of a book so I could read ahead what happened sa dulo. Is this the end part of your experience? It's very sweet by the way ha

s: i almost cried franco.....that was sooooo sweet......