Today is Eight hundred and nine days since we parted ways and the one hundred fifty seven days since the start of community quarantine.
I've started my college classes since Monday , and I can still remember the start of classes in the year 2017. You were just a transferee then, while I was the class president with large polo and pants and specially with neon green shoes.
And it was due to the seating arrangement that I met you , you were so irritated with me then.
And one day, around October 30, you are the only one who sent me good luck on my contest that day. Since then we became, the typical chat mate. Until the so-called "developed" happened.
BINABASA MO ANG
Unsent
RandomThis is a book of unsent poems and messages to someone special. What will happen if that someone will be able to read this?
