you came up to me when i was at the cafeteria, sitting at our almost a month usual table. i beamed and flashed you a smile. i was genuinely happy you made up with her.
but you had your lips pursed, your eyebrows furrowed and you were clenching your fist. a sign you're serious right now.
my smile faltered completely to what you said.
looking at you, my mouth agape and contemplating to what will i say, as you got up from the table and watched your retreating back.
BINABASA MO ANG
to the boy who broke my heart.
Historia Corta; in which a girl writes to a boy to tell him how much he broke her. a short story by julia alexandra lowercase letters are intended.
