me, the messy

it wasn't the first time he told me. but this is as far as i can remember.

that day, we were supposed to go to that sale for mountaineering items in front of burger king after we watched a movie at trinoma. when we got there , it was closed. i felt sorry for letting him down again. so we ate at burger king instead.

and then he said that he loved me before we parted ways.

i remember his face, how he reacted. i think it was disappointment or worse, hurt. he told me he loved me and i only answered with a goodbye and that to take care. i knew how awkward that moment was so i gave him a peck on the cheek (or at least i think i did) and then crossed the street. i stopped when i reached the other side and i remember watching him walk away before i started to climb up the hill to our village.

i remember feeling something that i can't even start to describe when i was heading on home. now i realized that it was emptiness. maybe it was what he was feeling too.