To My Bestfriend Whom I Ghosted: Patawarin mo ‘ko.

I’m sorry I’ve had to disappear. I’m sorry I’ve smeared our best-friendship. I’m sorry I’ve had to leave it in ruins. It was just so pure and innocent back then. The afternoon sunlight passing through the windows creates shafts of dust motes inside our highschool library while we were babbling about the meaning of life.… Continue reading To My Bestfriend Whom I Ghosted: Patawarin mo ‘ko.

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