Gusto kong humindi. My instinct told me to walk away. I’ve already closed that chapter. But something in me, something softer. More curious, held me back.
Baka ito na ang huli naming pagkikita.
He’s a busy person. I know that. He travels, works, moves through life like a man always chasing something. And maybe… maybe this is the only time I’ll ever get to speak to him again without the weight of the past hanging over us.
And maybe, just maybe, we could be friends.
Walang masama, ‘di ba? We were friends before we became lovers. Friends who understood each other, who laughed about the little things, who found comfort in each other’s silences.
So I nodded.
“It’s fine with me,” I said gently, tugging my hoodie’s strings like a nervous tic.
He smiled, relieved.
And in that moment, I did
