We walked past each other, eyes dead straight in the hallway.
Strangers—yet again, we are strangers.
This time, with memories.
Do I have questions?
Do I want to talk to him?
Do I miss him?
Hindi ko na rin alam.
His familiar scent instantly pulled me back to a swirl of memories—painful, joyful, confusing. I closed my eyes for a second to keep myself together, habang patuloy na naglalakad papunta sa office.
Wala na, Kali. Tapos na.
That's what I've been telling myself for almost two months now. Ang hirap. Some days, it feels like he's completely out of my system. Then suddenly, on a rainy evening, all of it comes crashing back again. But that's how healing works, I guess. It's not linear.
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RomanceIn between invoices and vending machine coffee, she found warmth in rainy commutes, quiet conversations, and a boy who remembered the little things. This isn't a love story that rushed, it lingered, softly blooming under office lights, and changed h...
