Last night was my friend’s debut at One Shangri-la Place. I attended and you also attended. Yes, I think, we both knew that both of us will attend the said event. That did not matter because first, we don’t care about each other anymore, right?
I sighted you from afar. Believe it or not, I unintentionally looked at you.
We were praying that time. The venue was a bit dark because some lights were switched off. And then I chose to look around. Someone’s shoes caught my attention and I looked at her from shoes up to head. I was just looking at her and then I saw a man in my peripheral vision. I got curious of who it was. Then bang! I saw you, and you also looked at me too but I immediately turn my head in front. That was really awkward!!
From friend’s debut, I arrived home and chose to see our (used to be) memories’ box. I read your letter from my first birthday with you.
Those lines made me cry. As in, it stroke me real hard that after I read those three short sentences, my tears were literally flowing down my cheeks. I don’t know why. I used to think that I have already recovered from it. But, I’m confused why did it strike me?
“When you’ve got a real deep wound,
there would always be a part
that would not heal
and still aches.” — Gennie Geronimo