two hundred-sixty fourth.

dear (k)you,

so funny thing happened today. i'd like to call it fate. my heart truly, truly wants to call it fate. but well, we'll go with funny.

anyway, so my friend and i were walking, about to eat. just a normal thing for us. well actually no. it was a weird time, because both us barely ate lunch, and both of us didn't have patients that day, so we kinda decided to eat at an off hour.

so again, anyway, we were walking in the mall right beside our university. the mall i've eaten lunch at for the past 8 years of my life. and guess who just fucking happens to pass by?

yeap. the foreigner. and i quote, "of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, (s)he walks into mine" or in his words, "man the chances of that happening"

FUCK. this is so fucked up. i actually came into terms that i wouldn't see him this whole visit. i made a promise to myself, that if he makes good on his promise to have a drink with me (like he'd ever, but on the off chance that he does), i'd come up with a stupid excuse to get out of it.

and i finally felt that it was going to happen, since i think he's leaving already. but i had to run into him. 

in my uniform.

and i chickened out. i couldn't even say hi.

how pathetic is that? 

i. couldn't. even. say. hi.

what are the chances that i'd ever get to see him again? 

never.
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