A Semi-Dramatic Ending

It's official: another short chapter in my life has ended. Whatever habits and quirks I've developed within my 200 hours' worth of stay in there will be radically changed tomorrow. Radical, because everything--from the mundane task of playing Lupang Hinirang every Monday morning to the relatively complex challenge of making a comm plan--will haved changed by tomorrow. I will never be in the same position again.

My co-intern and I once talked about the people who would inevitably go in and out of a person's life. The faces, sometimes even the memories, of these people would soon be forgotten. They'd surely leave a mark, but you knew they wouldn't stay long. They couldn't.

There's the guard who would sometimes greet a slightly cheery good morning; other days, he's just lost. The supervisor who's surprisingly very kind. The other intern who'd compare her love life to a Gossip Girl plot (and quite poorly, too). And then, everyone who's comfortable going beyond the boundaries of conventions of all kinds--gender, maturity, reason. The funny and often witty quips.

I was sure I would never be in the same situation again. So I whined as much as I could, wondered as often as possible, and asked as eagerly as ever.

In the end, the irony is that I'm sitting here, typing, with that ringing question she posed: Will I ever see you again?

And quite surely, I answered. Maybe.