Hopeless romantic me

This was not a good day to be from Parañaque. The traffic going to and from work almost shattered my already dented soul. But as if on cue, the gods, while on a break, in a casual game of cards, wine and cheese on the table, took a special notice of me and thought, Let's make that miserable and miserably-dressed lady smile.

After three hours of being on the road, waiting for transportation, inhaling pollution, and taking the wildest route on earth, I came home to this:

A letter from a dear friend.