I dreamed of Justice this morning.
I was transported to high school where I was leading a class. I stand as the class president and I was speaking over a microphone. There were familiar faces like Joy Camille Reyes and Aileen Borela who were my elementary and first year high school classmates respectively.
When I decided to sit down to copy notes from the blackboard I saw Justice seated at the front seat. I asked Gela where she hangs out after class and she just pointed a place. I assumed it was at Manong’s & Manang’s halflong-an. I was not yet finished with what I was copying. The teacher won’t allow that I delay the submission of it for tomorrow. When I finished copying, she’s gone.
I woke up from my dream at around 11AM feeling my tummy aching again.
I wish I could see Justice again. I desperately wanted to see her. We need to talk. Our conversation will declare if I’m going to move on from her or not.