Somehow, Life finds ways of giving you the opportunity to mess with my head again -- in a beautiful, bittersweet way.

You see, I am a low-level, self-proclaimed huntress, and I remember every detail about you I have come to know.

Earlier today, when my Tita invited us to eat at a place called In-N-Out, which, according to her, sold absolutely heavenly burgers, my You-senses went manic.

He mentioned something on his page about great burgers before! (I am an anomaly, I know.)

....so I checked.

Bingo.

A "Double Double" was your pick off the menu. You said it was "better than any ol' burger we have" in the Philippines.

"A Double Double," then, I suggested. (Note that I no longer eat burgers (....bummer), so I urged (urged, okay, not forced) the others to order it, which they did.)

And it was dreadful -- the feeling of attaching this invisible string to a person so literally and figuratively distant and making this inescapably futile connection. However, it was also very fun (since you are both my happy pill and my sad pill, and all emotions which come with You-related things tend to do so in pairs).