November 9, 2016
I lived in Baguio for two years. Far from town center so we wouldn't have bumped into each other if you ever went, and I'm sure you did. You know, I was the one who left but it felt like I was the one dealing with a broken heart. I tried for a job I really liked. It pays well and they're still paying me now as a consultant. What do you do now? Sometimes I'm tempted to pass by our apartment but I doubt you still live there. I'm terrified of that. Change. Without me. What have I done?