i'll never know who you are. hindi ko na nga maalala ano yung name na ginamit mo noon. it wasn't your real name. i've no idea of the chances of us randomly passing by each other in the streets of Manila because i no longer remember where you lived at the time. you liked the cliche old music they play on the radio every sunday. i don't remember the words we shared, but i remember how the conversations made me feel. i hope you are safe and still listening to the songs you shared with me. thanks for making a few of my evenings.
(the icon you had)
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