By Christine-Marie Liwag Dixon
When you are young and in love, it is easy to believe that this is how you will feel forever, that these will be your dreams until you die, that you will spend every day of your life holding his smile. When you are young, love and virtue are not ideals to be upheld; they are constants held by unruptured skin, cradled by souls which have not yet emerged and collided into strangers overnight.
You do not know yet that even if your body lives forever, the person you are right now in this very second will soon die.
Christine-Marie Liwag Dixon is the author of Barkada Tayo: Essays on Being Filipino-American.
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I wish I had that sense of abandonment when I was younger, even if it was fleeting.
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