3 months passed , life became busy at COLLEGE.
Here I am still adjusting myself from being a province girl to a city girl.
But you know whats hurting me most is that I can't help my tears everytime I remember you.
Everytime someone will mention a name that sounds like yours, even your surname, the way you walked, your looks, I remember it all.
Until one day one message just pop op on my phone from unregistered no.
My heart trobbed because I knew it was you because of the way you text.
I was happy but mad at the same time because you act like nothing happen. Like you've never hurt someone.You're being too friendly to me again.
Sigh 😞And you said something that seems like you're mocking me. I felt insulted that time so I replied to you the same way.
Then you shut up.
After that communication you were like a mushroom in my life. You keep on appearing out of nowhere. Maybe you're just bored or I don't know. And then disappear again without saying anything.
You were like that. You just randomly send me a message asking how I am. Therefore I didn't save your number on my phone because I felt I badly need to move on from you. Because as we keep on exchanging messages to each other, hope blossoms my broken heart.
A hope that keeps on crushing everytime you chose to disappear again.
To mask my heartbreak, I always told you I'm okay even if I'm not.
I still remember the time when you suddenly text me again though it's from unregistered number, I knew that it was you. Then I pretend I don't know you and asked you who you are?
You told me " I'm the most handsome man you knew"
And I was like " Oh I'm sorry I knew a lot of handsome man, which one are you?"
Then you laugh " hahahha this is - - - - - -"
Then I replied " ahh okay" then after exchanging short messages it just ended just like that.
We were like that for a year. I even thought that I've move on already, thanks to your non consistent communication. I thought I was healed already,
but not until I saw you happy with her.
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The Man who can't be Name
Romanzi rosa / ChickLitAn open letter to someone from the past.