Prologue

"EVEN a miracle takes time."

I was reading an article that hangs in front of me in this coffee shop. Instead of feeling motivated in the text, I feel depressed, which makes me unmotivated all of a sudden.

I'd like a miracle in my life as well as before when- Oh no... Hyasstt I'm not interested in discussing it right now. Because recalling those recollections causes me trouble once more.

I want to go home, not in the house but in the arms of the man I love. 

It's been years since I've held on to the string he gives me.

I know that one day I will make a decision that will lead me back to him. But for the time being, all I want to do is sip the coffee in front of me.

To have some warmth due to the chilly weather, and for me, to avoid recalling things that do not make me feel better.

In this little time, coffee is my home.

And this red string is my protection.

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My story is taglish(Tagalog and English)