Panaginip

You and your friend crashed into the back of my sister's company car and then drove off, leaving them hysterical, scared, and bloodied in the middle of Makati one drunken night. I hated you that day. And I never respected you after that.

I remember screaming obscenities at you when I called your phone. You asked me why I was so hostile. I asked you why you were so crazy.

But I suppose that's the thing with death. It reminds us of our humanity. It reminds us that we are all fallible. And it hopes, as is with the human condition, that we are all forgiven.