This is a story of two lovers who sent a letter in a bottle to the pacific hoping that it will reach each other.

"There is a certain sadness whenever I get left behind on a bright hot 3 o'clock of a Tropical Manila kind of afternoon whenever you had to sleep because it's 12 midnight at your breezy Los Angeles. Sometimes, those excruciating times extend until I say goodmorning to you in the most sincere way and I only get a goodnight from a woman who is in a rush to prepare for her day. Oftentimes, I am torn from the fear of being left behind with a heavy heart or worrying about your wellness and get enough sleep. But when I chose to let go, I am left with a couple of hours more to live half alive and half dead, like an insomniac who isn't really awake, nor asleep. Sometimes I can't help but feel cheated about the time I simply waste floating around senselessly because I think the world really has no meaning whenever you go and we're not okay. I want us to be okay. It is all I ever wanted that sometimes I drag things down to the brim so we can fully reach each other's hearts because fuck it, we don't have the luxury on just simply hugging each other and moving on."

-Regina

It is obvious that the '3PM here & 12 Midnight there' love affair will not work. But guess what, it did. Because on those short span of skewed timing, of sometimes passive aggressive bottled up feelings of despair, they knew they will make it. If you ask me how it worked. I couldn't say. How would I know? They say simply focusing on what's to be done rather than what was done, and similarities rather done differences works. All i know is I'm pretty sure they most certainly stopped bottling things up.