I dreamt of him, that he called, asking for forgiveness, fishing for a second chance.

Forgot what I replied, but I remember that kinilig parin ako.

Sigh.

Whenever I remember the good times, I try to focus on the excruciating past three weeks instead.

Everything is for the better.

There's no use for whatifs and whatcouldves and whatshouldvebeens

Only whatnows and lifegoesons and ithappens