iheartely

You are here, there, and everywhere all of a sudden.

I first saw you in a magazine at the salon where I had my haircut. It was a full page ad for Fully Booked, with you strumming a guitar against the backdrop of what looks like someone’s library. Fully Booked + you = culture and art and happiness all rolled into one.

And then you were on a huge billboard in EDSA on our way to SM North. And again in the Bench store.

You look all plumped up, more like the Ely of our college years than the slimmed down version in the two reunion concerts. And your hair. In that 80s wave. You are and always were and forever will be coolness and hotness combined.

Just say the word, Ely. Just one word and I’m so leaving everything behind and following you everywhere, to make you coffee or wipe your shoes or draft your talent contracts. I'll do everything and anything at all, Ely.

Just for you. Only you.