I’m listening to “Wonderful Tonight.” Wonderful Tonight
I’m reminiscing my ex, the father of my child.
He’s a handsome young man, a college classmate and my first love.
He loved to party, just like me.
The lyrics was about me and him and our partying days in college.
He was a good dancer. I was just a spectator.
He loved the limelight. I loved the farthest corner of the ballroom.
Baguio was still at its romantic glory some 13 years ago.
I loved to drink coffee at home after the party while feeling the cold air on my skin.
We had the best and the worst of time.
And partying was one of our best times together.