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.

At Makudo.


He texted during lunch. It's their third day for this week training. He and Crush-kun were this week's sensei.

"Wala kaming victim."

"Punta lang din ako dyan ng 1 pm."

Maybe he was making sure that I'll be there at Jimusho for today. Last night he was convincing me to go to his house. But it was already 9PM. Maybe if it was just an ordinary day, I might have come up with something in order to be there, but it was the kids' tanjoubi. Obaasan was already home because of the night's event. So it was impossible for me to went out smoothly that night. The night before, too, he was asking me out again. It was a bit later, 11PM.

So before I went out today, I kinda thought that, maybe tonight...

I helped them in their skills demonstration that afternoon. I and Nana, one of my friends who is also a participant for this week's training, were being bullied by Crush-kun.[here]

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