"One thing we can do starting today is to bury those bittersweet memories into their sole grave that were once authored by the both of us. And one thing we can do years or decade after that is to visit it everytime melancholy visits us, for us to remember that we once felt overflowing euphoria in the company of our souls..." I mumbled slowly the last lines of the letter I made and gave to Caleb in our break up three years ago.
I have a writing account on f*******: that was made when I was 14. I made literary pieces that just often abruptly came up in my mind back then, and posted it online. I didn't use my real name nor my real picture in that account. My friends on this account were also had their real identity hidden. P-in-ost ko rin kasi ang letters na bigay ko kay Caleb noon dito sa a
