CVII

Eight months later

~Neeral~

It’s been eight months since I last saw Matt. My heart still ached for the moment I left him.

When he showed up in Seattle asking for my forgiveness, I thought he felt something for me.

But I was wrong. It was merely a gentleman’s gesture asking for my forgiveness, not more than that. I shut down all my social contacts and social media to stay low.

I didn’t know I was hiding from him or scared of what would happen if he knew I was here in Austin.

I came here and started a new job in a local publication house.

They are paying well enough for me to survive. I rented a house with my new friends. Everything was going well, but every weekend reminds me how alone I was when my friends used to crash at their family’s or boyfriend’s house.

Sometimes, to make my heart fool, I used to search Matt’s profile like a silent stalker. But it’s been a long time since he posted nothing. I am sure he forgot about me.

And my foolish heart still remembers him as a precious memo