He had to scrub the floor before playing outside. Without any complain he comply and ask permission to take his leave.
A simple gesture that can burst every bits of my stomach.
Thousands of butterflies losing its control.
Imagining the face that is about to tear from smiling.
The moments I loved to remember until I get old was,
Climbing tress while wearing flowy skirt covering the above-the-knee denim shorts.
Cycling under the scorching heat of the sun,
Hanging out at the covered court with sweaty players who play whoops.
Walking home together after a small group eating snacks on the road.
Keeping the plastic wrapper on my 'memory bank ziplock'.
The yipyap cornsnack, potchi candy and bengbeng wrapper kept through the years.
Thanks to the plastics wrappers,
My sentimental memorabilia of how we met and interact remains.
The 'stick figure boy' I once knew,
Turn into a manly creature I wasn't imagine of.
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Her Decade Old Crush
Short StoryA story of not-so-fine girl named Nam who had a huge crush on her childhood friend, John. He was a jock, a musician and one of a kind. She wrote a detailed description on every memories she shared with him and post some of it online. Until one day...
