It was april 1998, and in the Philippines, we really observe the holy week. We usually go to our hometowns and take a rest for at least 2 days from city life. Here I met “him”. I always saw him before on my high school days. We went to the same school. But never really knew each other. And finally, that summer we bumped into each other and said hello. He got my number and called me when I got home. It felt like I was floating in the air. I always wanted to hug him to show how much I care, how much id like him to take me in his arms and hold me tightly. I was 18 then. After that, we have started seeing each other until finally decided to have a commitment. I loved him so much. We went through a lot. I felt that he might have loved me as the way I did. We went dancing in the rain. We went to other places. We spent time strolling around the town. We made love, not just once. He went to our house to bring me food. Hell, there’s nothing more I could ask. Then he left to study in a university. The days were never as sad before. He would call- once a week, a month then never. Was that it? Was it over? I never really had the chance to ask him. Now I am 31 and yet, his memory stayed in my mind. Do I have to ask? I am with somebody else now. And yes, I cannot forget him.