Prologue.

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I missed writing. How are you all? Do you still remember me?

This will be written in Taglish. Please bear any grammatical errors. 


Prologue.


It was a Tuesday.

It was always a Tuesday.

It rained that day. The other details were pretty much in blur.

How, why, what for.

But I can remember clearly that I met him on a rainy Tuesday.

Coincidentally, he chose me on a Tuesday.

I love him everyday. I am choosing us everyday.

I started losing him on a Tuesday. I started losing us bit by bit, everyday.

One rainy Tuesday, I began to question myself.


Will he choose me today? 

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