While waiting for my bus along Ayala Avenue, a child of about eight or nine years approached me, his hand held out. The other hand rubbed what seemed to be an empty stomach.

Having checked my purse before leaving the office, I knew for a fact that I have no coins left to give him. Then, I remembered that I bought a sandwich earlier. I was saving it for when I got home, but what the heck - I rummaged in my bag and handed to him the sandwich.

To my surprise, the child just stared at me. He wouldn't take it. He wanted money. I did not withdraw my hand, though. "Masarap yan, ham sandwich," I cajoled, hoping he'll take it. I realized we've invited quite a few onlookers intrigued by our little encounter.

He really wouldn't take it!

I finally crammed the sandwich back in my bag, flushing in embarrassment. I can't believe he wouldn't take it. I thought his stomach was empty.

Well... my stomach was empty. And it sure was a tasty sandwich.

Three years ago my journey began
Chasing down this cure, no plan in hand
Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark
Just knowing with conviction from the start
The moment your eyes made an introduction
I felt my second violent breath of life
Flawless to the point of being godly
Yet I fell hard for your imperfections

And now we're slightly weathered, we're slightly worn
Our hands grip together eye to eye through the storm yet
I still believe in ever after with you
Cos life is a pleasure with you by my side
And there ain't no current in this river we can't ride
I still believe in ever after with you

Nothing compares to the good times
Feels like we're floating when the rest have to climb
You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind
A real messy beautiful twisted sunshine
Emotions, volcanic eruptions
We both still care so we're still alive
Tunnel vision, determination
I want you, I want to make it right

You are my twisted sunshine...