I can stop fantasizing about the beach now. I've had my fix. Oh, wish I really had enough. I was in Boracay for two days and three nights--"on business" for the first twenty four hours, and the rest was just one sunny little semi-vacation.
If I hit my head towards amnesia tomorrow, everything else would probably a blur, except for that one earthy-ethereal moment that I had in the shallow waters of the sea: floating on my back, cradled by the wavelets, letting the tide take me wherever it wanted to. Haha. What a literal metaphor.
I felt such an affinity towards the sea, for a moment it almost became my mother.
That's what I really came to Boracay for!
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