“Finally, someone remembers,” Maxwell said with a playful smile.Nagtagal ang tingin ko sa kanya, namamangha at nagugulat sa presensya niya. The little boy I once knew had grown into a man. I could tell from his build alone. His shoulders were broad, his body powerfully built, and well-defined muscles stretched beneath his shirt.“I'm sorry sa shirt mo,” puna ko sa natapunan kong damit niya.He wore a white button-down shirt. Compared to me, na red wine ang nabuhos, sa kanya ay champagne. Kaya may yellowish stain sa dress shirt niya.“Nah... you don't have to be sorry. If anything, this gave me a reason to see you again after all these years.”Nangapa ako ng sasabihin. Kababata ko nga siya pero ang tagal na din. Hindi ko na alam kung paano siya patutunguhan.Nang wala akong masabi, he let out a chuckle.“Someone is shy, huh? Do you want to go back to the party?” lahad niya sa ballroom.Tiningnan ko ang mga tao at agad na umiling. Not when I have a red stain on my dress. And not when a
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