The first days of my vacation were pretty awesome and filled with many things to do but I realized that it just hindered my feelings for him. Even as I was doing things that I loved doing, he was always on my mind. As I climbed the mountain, I thought of how much fun it would be if he were here and thoughts like that kept going through my mind. As I jumped on the Jeepney, I thought he would think this was an adventure. As I explored the beaches, I thought how he would love to be here. As I sat and drank from a fresh coconut just picked from the tree, I thought how much he loved coconuts and that was his favorite thing in the world. All these things made me realize how much I missed his presence and also how much he would love this place I am from, the Philippines. That was my reason for staying longer so that he can come here and see it for himself but I don’t know how long I can live without him. Extending my stay for another 5-6 weeks seems like eternity. I can keep myself occupied and find things to do but I am home sick, for my home is where my heart is. I never of thought I would get this feeling while I was here but love is a crazy thing. It makes you feel things you have never felt or thought you would feel or do.

- Liza Mae