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Do you remember me? Because I remember you.

                Up until now, I’m not sure how it all started, though I vaguely remember that Saturday morning.  It was especially peaceful that moment— I could feel the seeping heat of the sun as it peeks behind the fluffy masses of white clouds, my hair were gently being floated in the air as the wind blows, and the jolly chirping of birds were all I could hear with faint and occasional roars of the passing vehicles. It seemed like a perfect setting in a romance novel, but it had happened outside the book.

                 I remember sitting on the bench under the shed, waiting for the bus to come by as I occupy my time playing with my cellphone. That was when you called, but ended it after the first ring. That wasn’t the first time you rang if I could recall. Your number was still in my missed call log from nearly a week ago. I don’t know why, but back then I had the feeling that it wouldn’t be the last time I’d see it flashing on the screen of my phone.

                So I saved your number in my phonebook, under the name of “.?”.