This is how closure looks like

Part title

[12:10]
I was casually walking along the side street outside my university. It was a street full of buzzing students having an hour break from achieving their dreams. Traffic congestion was also present since there were street vendors, double parkings, by chance Ped Xing, and a route for Morayta jeepneys.

I abruptly stopped on my tracks when a man suddenly blocked my pathway, he was facing me. I was looking down on my shoes, and it seemed like he was suppose to startle me. But I wasn't, probably his face will.

From watching my shoes, I slowly looked at his dirty white Converse shoes, blue knee length shorts up to his infamous blue "Brooklyn" shirt. He called my name almost like a whisper of unbelief yet fascination, "Briella..." I looked at your face and in that split second and when my heart felt that sudden rapid heartbeat, I'm more than a hundred percent sure that I know you.

It was so long when I last saw you. And when I say long it means years and years had passed. But I'm not even sure if the person I saw way long ago was really you-- or if you had already changed.

I knotted my eyebrows together, and tilted my head to the right. "I'm sorry... I am not really sure." I smiled politely making you feel less disappointed even if disappointment was written all over your face.

"It's me, Daniel." You said quietly, with a mixture of wanting me to know you yet you wanted to maintain your anonymity. Daniel. My heart beat more rapidly when I heard your name. Your voice was very solemn and manly, and some flowers in my heart bloomed again with their thorns piercing on every vein.

This is the first time we spoke this near after I told you "I fell out of love with you." But now I believe, saying you're over someone will not be true, unless you can say it after hearing their voice.

But since I still feel a bit bitter about our sweet nothings, I decided to play dumb. I expected that it wouldn't surprise you since you enjoyed my dumb version before.

"Daniel? Uhm, wait. You're from an org? Or youth camp?" The trees frowned upon me, as they warn me of the pain this will result to later. "Or probably Tumblr?" Stupid Daniel, how could you believe that I don't remember you by having those stupid embarrassment on your face?

"It's me, Daniel..?" You repeated like I wasn't suppose to ever forget that name because it holds so much part of me. Who wouldn't forget you? You were the stupid Daniel who kept me up at two AM for two years just to cry my chest out because you were my first love and I was just your maybe. "Don't you remember me? We used to talk everyday. 6 paragraphs remember?" Yeah right, 6 paragraphs when you were still interested with making friends with me and you asked every question that was possible. From the usual "when's your birthday?" to "do you know this song? This is my favorite."

"Yeahhhh. I kind of remember you. I'm sorry for not remembering you right away. Uhm," I paused, "I had been to a minor car accident and some memories are still a little shaky." I explained, and relief took over the disappointment written all over your face earlier.

"But I didn't read that on your blog." He remarked.