The first time I felt my heartache, was when I saw my 4th grade crush after summer break. Rhyme not intended. I never really knew how butterflies in the stomach worked or felt like, but I was happy with that little pain in my chess as I saw him standing in the hall. I guess I did appreciate heartaches then. But who would've thought that the last heartache he'd give me was when I saw him do his best to see me as he waved inside a moving car, off to another place. After that I never really got to see him, or so I thought. Who knew? That 8 years later, he would come back. Yes, he came back.

"For the guy who's passing years just to walk with me" -Josefa