That missing piece

Swinging beneath the Pine Trees in Baguio City – 2012

Sometimes, you just can’t help thinking about that missing piece, this empty seat. Wondering when it will be filled, when it will be complete. If the time has come—the when and the how—and of course, the who. If the moment has arrived for the one, for that someone, to fill in the gaps. If this will be the year when your love story begins. Or another year of bittersweet endings. And as you look at the empty space beside, you smile and can’t help. Maybe, just a tiny bit of maybe, one glint of miniscule hope, this time, you can somehow say… it has already been filled.


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