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Every time I write something about you, I’ve always wondered what you’d think and feel if you knew.

Last night, I was on the verge of sending you my blog’s URL without telling you that it’s mine. Would you realize it was made solely for you?

Would you recognize the small talks we shared? There’s a chance, yes, but I bet, you won’t remember it the way I did. Every moments we shared together, just the two of us or with a couple of others, I have it memorized so I could replay it on my mind over and over again. That’s not enough, though. I have to write it here and tagged your name because I am hoping I can show it to you someday.

This blog.
End of Lies.

"Yung totoo... Sabihin mo na kasi."

"OK. Sige.. " Finally, I got tired of his persistence and repetitive times of asking just that single question. "Itext ko na lang sa'yo ok?"

"Pahirapan mo pa sarili mo, pwede mo namang sabihin ngayon na."

"Basta. Ibaba ko na toh. Tas text ko sa'yo. First name lang. Wag ka nang tatawag after. Itutulog ko na. Itulog mo na rin."

After then, I ended the call.

I bit my lips as I let out a deep sigh, for the last time... I'm ending up my lies.

I started to type my last message for tonight... it was just his name.

Then SENT.