Make-up Sex

I had make up sex early this morning. You know what it is I’m talking about, right? The kind where you thought you had lost each other forever and how it frightened you both and the world became a dark void—huge and hollow. Then he walks through that door and you’re both so happy, you…

What I Mean When I Say I Am A Runner (Not by Haruki Murakami)

I was a grade schooler when I was initiated into the dark (literally–it was before the break of dawn) world of running. My father, himself a runner, made it mandatory for me and my siblings to shuffle with the other Milo running clinic participants round the Quezon Memorial Circle. The first time I ran, I…