Hi Mino.

It’s me again. Today, I went back to the playground we used to love. It’s amazing how a lot of things have changed: the seesaw has been repainted to a bright yellowish pink instead of the rustic green that we used to know, the old tree that used to be our sanctuary has been taken down too. But underneath all that uncertainty and unfamiliarity, carved in the remnants of our sanctuary are our initials that were there to immortalize a love that was apparently destined to fall apart. How ironic isn’t it?

I remember the first time you brought me there, you being the most handsome you I have ever seen and me being the most awkward me I’ve ever been. You told me to ride the swing which was so senseless since we were the only adults in a sea of children. But I still rode it anyway. You positioned at the back of me and gave me a push towards the sky and with a gush of wind, I remember feeling so strong, that nothing could ever break me apart. You promised me right then and there that you would never let go of me, that you would always catch me in the brink of every possible mistake I’d make. Now I’m here all alone, and I can’t help wondering… what happened to that promise? I always go back to the night you left replaying your act of indifference in my mind. I remember your face, pale and tired, you had that expression of apathy and coldness, and at that time, I couldn’t even look at you. Because I knew, I knew that you’ve already given up on me. I wish you