@SeverinaAugustine 2 May 2025 edited more from that month

You're Leaving Me... Again?

Last night, a message popped up in our group chat. My friend casually mentioned that my happy crush—the one who looks uncannily like Harry Potter—is being transferred. Just like that. And just like that, my heart sank. He’s the kind of person who doesn’t even have to talk to me to make me smile. Just seeing him across the room on random days was enough to lift my mood. We’re not friends. We don’t talk. But he’s my happy crush. The kind who unknowingly makes life a little better just by existing nearby. The first time he disappeared was in 2019 when the pandemic began. The last time I saw him properly was at a friend’s wedding. I was standing on a little stage for a group photo with the bride and groom, and he was sitting next to me. The person beside me pushed me slightly, and I instinctively leaned on his shoulder to steady myself. He didn’t seem to mind—such a good person. That was 6 years ago. I saw his IG story three days ago—he went to China. I guess that confirms his plan to leave our city. I also noticed in his IG notes (you might think I’m a stalker, haha) mentioning work in Cabanatuan. Maybe that’s where he’s transferring. It all lines up, and it sucks. Too bad, really. I only know what street he lives on. Oops! I think I owe you a story time. Haha. So here it goes: We went to a church event last Monday. I was with my friends, secretly looking around for my happy crush. I didn’t see him the whole time... until we were riding in my friend’s car. We got stuck in traffic inside the compound, and beside us was a familiar car, a dark blue Suzuki Dzire. I kept telling myself it probably wasn’t him, but deep down, my heart just knew it was. My friends? They went feral. They rolled down my window just to mess with me while I sat there, wide-eyed and panicking for no reason. We laughed it off, but my heart was definitely not chill. Later that night, after dropping off a friend, we saw *the same car* again. Same plate number: 3115. My birthday is March 3rd month of the year. 1 + 1 + 5 equals 7—my birth month and day. Coincidence? Fate? I’m probably overthinking it. Or maybe not. Who knows? My chaotic, wonderful friends decided to follow the car (bless them), and now we know what street he lives on. That’s all. Just the street. Nothing creepy—promise. But now he’s leaving again. Maybe for good this time. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever see him again. Maybe one day, by pure chance, we’ll bump into each other on a street in a different city, or at a Harry Potter café, or maybe just at some random mall. Maybe he’ll come back. I just hope he makes his invisible flying car visible... and that we meet again.