I first met her in church. She was sitting beside my mom. Her face was beaming with a smile like the pearls surrounding her neck. Little by little, I learned that this woman whom I fondly call Tita Mila was more than what meets the eye. What to do before true love comes. Exactly a year ago, I said yes. A smile on my lips.

Unbuzzy words in a busy world. As disciples, one of the best weapons we have to thwart the enemy is the power afforded to us through prayer.

My amateur attempt to verbalize my thoughts. For the love of Music and Letters. Crack my head open until it spilled out poems and elegy. Rip my heart open until it bleed out songs and melody. For every poem is a memory. And every song is a photograph of you and me. Cut my skin and allow those scarlet tears to flow. Because every drop of my blood will be the note. And every bruise will be the scale.