On Facebook, the gang and I call it “Epic” in reference to those times we spent grinding the night away at Epic club. However, perhaps this third–and so far, most enjoyable trip to Boracay for me goes beyond the “epic” dance parties, frolicking in the white sand beach, wading in the famous turquoise clear waters, or taking countless of photographs to preserve the memory of the last hurrah of summer.

I arrived at the Island at 6:00 in the evening, which started my two-night-one-day mini-break from the hustle and bustle of Manila. But as my friends quipped while I sadly hauled myself off to the next boat back to Aklan, it all seemed like I was there for seven days, because I met someone (or someone met me). I guess it was, as meeting people was part and parcel of the fun of Boracay. Still… I wish I  could have spent more time there; not to relax, but to add a little more quality time to make the whole experience truly worthwhile.

I just know that a part of me stayed in the island. Eight days after leaving this little piece of paradise, pictures are still popping up on Facebook, recalling perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime experience for these sheltered individuals whose local version of a seaside getaway could never possibly compare to what we normally take for granted. How could you recall a memory and give it the title “I love Boracay” when you would rather forget that the island happened?

I will still go back there, but unless I could extend what had taken place in my last visit, or recreate it, I’m not sure it will ever be the same. I would never look at that place the same way again. I would never sit on that spot by the shore and not think of the trip.