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with a pen and a paper
he took hold of his life

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"Anong date ngayon?"

"July 2, 2016."

"Paano mo ako nakikilala kapag tumatawag ka sa'kin?"

"Hmm, yung boses mo."

"Oh?"

"Familiar. Alam kong kilala kita kasi alam na alam ng utak ko 'yung boses mo pero hindi ko lang alam kung saan at kailan."

"Naka-save na ba d'yan sa'yo yung number ko?"

"Hindi eh. Unknown number yung nakalagay."

"What? Eh diba pinasav- Tsk. Nevermind. Dinedelete mo nga siguro para makalimutan mo ako araw-araw."

"Bakit naman kita kakalimutan?"

"Kasi wala lang naman ako sa'yo? Kasi pampalipas oras lang naman ako? I can give you hundreds of reasons, Seungcheol."

"Jihoon, my mind forgets but my heart remembers. I can give you thousands of reasons as to why you're so important to me Jihoon. And millions of reasons why I don't want to forget you at the end of each day anymore."

"That's the thing, Cheol. You're bound to forget me at the end of each fucking day."

"But a part of you stays in my mind, right? Jihoon, ganun kalaki ang impact mo sa'kin. Na kahit 'tong walang kwenta kong utak ay naaalala ka."

". . ."

"Jihoon..."

". . ."

"I want to meet you. In person."

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