“KUNG BABALIK KA MAN” – Will You Still Come Back to Me?
The Scarborough Love Saga of Ghosting by the Beach
Once upon a time, in the bustling, windy streets of Scarborough, I found myself asking the most philosophical question of all: Will you still come back to me? Not in a poetic, Shakespearean way—no, this was the “Did you really mean to leave me stranded on the beach, arm in arm with a seagull?” kind of question.
Scarborough, with its rocky cliffs and endless shoreline, is the perfect place for a love story—or a ghost story. Because let’s be honest, dating here is like trying to find a parking spot on a busy summer day—rare, chaotic, and sometimes leaving you wondering if it’s worth the effort.
You see, I met someone near the Scarborough Bluffs, where the waves crash louder than my confidence after a bad date. We had a good run—until they disappeared faster than a seagull snatching your chips. And now I’m left with nothing but memories, a half-eaten ice cream cone, and the haunting question: Will you still come back to me?
In Scarborough, love is like the weather—unpredictable. One moment, you’re walking along the boardwalk, holding hands and dreaming of future picnics, and the next, they’re gone, as if they were just a mirage created by the heat of the summer sun. Will they come back? Or will I be left here, staring at the horizon, wondering if the next gust of wind will bring them back—or just another seagull stealing my lunch?
The truth is, loving someone in Scarborough is a lot like waiting for the Scarborough GO train—sometimes it arrives on time, sometimes it’s delayed, and other times, it simply never shows up. But you keep hoping, because maybe, just maybe, they’ll return like the tide, rolling back in with a “Sorry I disappeared, I got caught up in the thrill of the waterfront” excuse.
So, I ask again, “Will you still come back to me?” I’ll be here on the beach, with sand in my shoes and a goofy grin, watching the sunset over Lake Ontario, waiting for that text—or seagull—that says, “I’m coming back.” Because love in Scarborough isn’t about perfect moments; it’s about enduring the chaos, the unpredictable weather, and the endless parade of seagulls eyeing your snacks.
And if they do come back? Well, I’ll be ready, probably with a chip in one hand and a smile in the other, because in Scarborough, love’s a wild ride—rocky cliffs, crashing waves, and all. But no matter what, I’ll keep asking: Will you still come back to me? Because in this seaside city, the waves may wash us apart, but hope keeps us anchored.
