Bike rides and the butterfly effect

I decided to unlove him in the summer of 2004, whatever love was through the eyes of a 13-year-old child. The day reminded me of iced Milo, bikes for rent, Skittles, Parokya Ni Edgar's "One and Only", and the yellow foliage of the narra trees. At a school fair called Inferno, in Pisay, I was clad in what I thought was chic at the time -- loose denims and a checkered cap. I don't recall why a fresh calachuchi was tucked behind my ear. It must have fallen off the campus trees. He was all of 17 years old, 5 feet 11 inches tall, and almost ready for the bigger Ateneo. My friends called him Kuya Rupert, and how I hated that word, he had no clue. His sight was somewhat fixed on ladie...

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