It was the night before his birthday–the man whom I've used to love genuinely for years. But, I'm done. I got tired. Finally. And I've already decided letting him go months before this, and to finally close loose ends, I'm writing him on his birthday, and this birthday message would be the last message I'll be sending to him. Well, for the past six years I never failed messaging him on his birthday, and now I'm feeling the relief of not remembering his birthday anymore and not to feel guilty if I don't send one. I know I'm better now, I'm happier, I've moved on and I've accepted that we won't be possible anymore. And that's okay.
As I was typing on my messenger, a message popped up on my phone from 'someone unknown'—whom, at first, "I thought" I'm not acquainted with— interrupting my writing.
I got curious since that name reminds me of the nickname I "was called" by someone special in college, plus he's kind of FC (y'know "feeling close") since he addressed me by my first name.
I don't usually respond to messages from someone I'm not familiar, and few days before that night, I just reactivated my account. And I'm the type who's too lazy to even "seen" a message, I typically delete them right away.
Yet, out of the blue, and out of my senses, (well I don't freakin' know!) I just replied,
"Huh? Do I know you?"
And he chatted back,
"Yes."
"..a classmate in elementary."
And the rest is history, from a "history".
A/N
(That's why I love backstories.)
to be continued..