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To The Glory That We Were

As the song slowly ended and the claps slowly faded, there we were again, brought upon the reality of the now. Of our 30-and-40 something now. "K, ito na talaga," I was moping at my close friend during lunch at Perfect Pint in Greenbelt 2. "How old are you again?" K asked. "37." I sadly replied. "Hay honey, it is what it is." And it is true. It is a fact. We have grown more mature. There is no other way to say it. Blunt and direct without euphemism. Everyone ages. It is a fact. But I feel... I still feel young. Probably not the party-rara-boy I used to be. Nor the perky-happy-flirty guy I once was. But truly, I still feel young despite me staying home most of the time. I still feel young despite me sleeping up to 12 hours daily. I still feel young despite me hating Party noises, which I absolutely loved before. But then again, I see myself in the mirror. I see crow's feet and fine lines. I feel deeply breathing when I exercise and taking a lo

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