Maybe we'll meet again someday, in some random street or a bookstore, and maybe then we'll finally have our answer as to why we didn't work out when we were so perfect together. Maybe blue isn't really my favorite color, and maybe you've always been into Jazz and not Rock. Or maybe both of us were never really sure, being too young and innocent to mistake the butterflies and sleepless nights for love. —Jun Mark Patilan
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