a member

It's weird seeing him on campus, we're strangers but I know what his favorite food is, I know all of his imperfections, all his secrets, his tiny little lies. I walk past him, sometimes we talk, sometimes I don't see him at all. It's weird being strangers with someone who knows all of me, and I know of him. It's weird because I used to love him when no one ever did, it's weird because we ended things when in reality we could've fixed things like we always had. I don't know what changed, I don't know what we could've done, I don't know why. All that I do know is that; there were a thousand reasons why we should stay, but we looked at that one reason why we should leave. And so we left what was meant to be something called forever. We left something what was meant to be love. It's weird going to places where we used to share stories and laugh at our silly jokes, seeing everything that reminds me of him makes me feel something I can't name. The sea, the color pink, the month of September, spiderman, sinigang, the number 13 and 24, tulips, and most specially malunggay pandesal. I hate that those things are so common, I hate that I get to remember him every single day.