January The Thirteenth....

Yesterday was January 13, 2008. Yesterday, I went to the cemetery to pay my respects to the death of my Tita's husband. The last time I went to a cemetery was January 13, 2007...the day that changed my life forever. That was the day Kim said goodbye and chose to be with someone else. Exactly a year after, I'm back to a place where I was torn in pieces...

The night before, I finally returned JohnPaul's skinny jeans. I wore that exact jeans the night when I found out about Kim. Exactly a year after, I returned the jeans to its rightful owner.

It wasn't intentional. It was never planned: the jeans, the cemetery, and the dates....everything just dawned on me as I was seated beside my family during the wake.

This is definitely one big sign. Exactly one year ago, the sky was dark and gloomy. But the rain didn't fall from the skies..they fell from my sad eyes. This year, at this exact moment, the sky is so bright, it feels like it's smiling at me. Is it fate? Perhaps a happy accident? Or maybe a freak chance? Whatever it is, I welcome this fortuity...