One Big Hug

I choked on these words when I read them scribbled on a violet piece of paper. Funny how three innocent words can evoke a torrent of emotions. I remember that day, the exact date, which T-shirt you wore, how you looked at me on that rainy afternoon. It's been three years and thirteen days since, and I kept that token of an afternoon's affair, a relic from a past. Such moment can never be relived. I stared at the paper for a few. And decided to keep it.

I found this scribbled on my Note app. I decided to share my writings, though some of them may seem a bit personal. Because I guess we all share ourselves anyway, one way or another as we interact through our social media and the web as a whole. I might as well keep it authentic by posting a piece of my heart here.