
I was cleaning the attic one afternoon. It was all dusty, cobweb-filled and old. What was left of my teenage memories were all piled up in gloom.
As I moved along, I stumbled on a box; it was familiar and thought that if I would open it I’ll remember what it was for.
It was full of pictures with the girl I used to love. I brought myself to a pause just staring to that only photo of what was a joy to look at.
I was thinking of her smile. The smile that what I thought would never change. Her heart, the feelings that I thought would never fade.
I was pondering, what would it be like if her smile and her heart were still the same?
I dawdled and pondered a little more.
(img via bigohbigpride)
Cebu Capitol, circa 1945. Hawan pa jud kaayo ang uptown Cebu niadto. Mura pa’g kahumayan. (Picture courtesy of Karaang Sugbo)
a 1945 Magallanes Street: [click]
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![A 1945 Magallanes Street, Cebu City (photo courtesy from circa 1945.)(img via FB)
a 1945 Cebu Capitol: [click]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69nstGvTe1qazonzo1_500.jpg)

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