It was fair enough that I didn’t stay at my dorm and decided to work at the café to pass time. The requirements I had to finish didn’t really take a lot of time to process since they were just paper works that I had to comply with. Flying to Cambridge was the easy part that I even booked a ticket beforehand so I wouldn’t think of not leaving.I still had an ounce of dignity left in me, and I didn’t want to be defined as that person who didn’t leave for Cambridge just because of a person.I mean… I suddenly find light to stay in Brampton. I could care less about their opinions of me, but even if I chose to stay, it wouldn’t just be me who’d suffer the consequences. A lot of people knew I’d go to Cambridge (thanks to my university), and if they hear the news that I was staying—it’d just stir news that Enrique stopped me.I didn’t want that.And I didn’t want to stay pitifu

A week passed by in a hurdle, and I was dreading the D-day already, and Enrique became busier that he couldn’t call most of the time. As much as I wanted to call him first, I didn’t want to bother him at work.I miss him, but we still have our own lives. I understand how busy he is, and even when it feels lonely without his presence, I still had to understand his line of work. I didn’t want to become a nuisance, but I want to become his cheerleader.Enrique has been nothing but supportive of what I’ve always wanted to achieve in life.It’s probably my turn now to return that favor.I mean… it’s probably not a requirement—now that we just became honest with our feelings without confirming what our status would become. I told Enrique I wanted us to take it slowly but surely, yet in a way that we don’t have to hide about us from other people—they’ll know that there’s something but that&

“If you stare at me like that, I’ll melt.” I laughed and took a sip from my strawberry milkshake and looked at him—he said that he just came from the plane, but why does he still look… good? I knew I looked bad when we got off the plane from Paris. It wasn’t because the air wasn’t good, because it was. It was just probably the natural occurrence of stress in my face.I could probably be the patron saint of stress.Enrique paused swirling on his pasta and looked at me, “Do you want to say something?”“Why are you still looking good?” I asked, almost out of it, only to realize that I said it out loud making Enrique giggle.“You know your words, huh,” he said and took a meatball from his pasta with a fork before taking a bite. “Did you miss me that much?”I frowned, “You were so busy…”Enrique smiled and leaned a little, “Because

I asked Enrique to stop by a certain florist on the way since I was going to buy a basket of flowers for a visit. It wasn’t really far from my place so it only took us some time before we finally got to the shop.“I already purchased so just wait for me,” I said before closing the door and jogging to the shop.“Good morning.” The florist seemed to recognize me immediately as to how she smiled so wide when she saw me. She immediately took a basket of flowers behind her and put it on top of the table.“I got your order correct, right? A mix of lavender and white,” she says as I stare at the arrangement. “I put in Asiatic lilies and alstroemeria, lavender roses, and chrysanthemums.”I smiled—my eyes almost tearing up as I touch the flowers. It was a perfect balance between lavenders and whites accented with some fresh greens—it looks so captivating that I couldn’t help but get emotional

"Lyza..." I was stoned for a while as I try to process the thought that Lyza was in front of me. A few months ago, I was imagining possible scenarios where I'd suddenly see Lyza and all the things that I've been wanting to tell her. And yet... I couldn't do any of those. I was just there, looking at her as if I suddenly lost every vocabulary I learned in school.And I was even more confused... the last time I checked, Lyza was already in her first year in law school. If I knew she'd be taking up fashion designing, I would find another place thinking it might probably be her.The encounter was uncanny... it was probably inevitable, but the chances might have to be lower than one could ever imagine. She sighed and walked towards me, "I don't want to be stressed since I have to go to class... so if you have anything to say, just save that for later," she says as she dries her hair in front of the mirror.I remained silent. Her words felt cold, but I co