Every break, I used to dine alone in a bourgeoiscafé established unpopularly along the university belt; it was less nestled by boisterous people and so a limpid place to purge time. Daily, I indulge my palate with Curry and Java whilst the remaining time is mine to grow callous in my seat.One fine day, as I was about to finish my routine, the meek chimes from the door belled. My eyes, as usual, is abnormally sync to who goes in and out of thecafé.I noticed this fagged looking girl, clumsy in every detail as she dropped the book considering all puissance were on her fingertips, engrossed texting.
sabi sa my amnesia girl, pag may galit ka pa dun sa tao ibig sabihin hindi ka pa nakakamove on. hindi ko masabi na naglaho na lahat ng galit ko pero kumpara nung bago pa lang, ngayon halos wala na at mawawala na. ni wala na nga ako nararamdaman pag magkasama sila sa tuwing nakakasalubong ko. para sakin, ready na ko to befriends ulit haha! hindi ko nga lang alam kung sino ba dapat mag-initiate, ako ba o sila? sabi naman sa 500 days of summer “best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.“ makes sense. at yung ang ginagawa ko ngayon.