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They say dreams are just fragments of our imagination. Pero paano kung minsan, dreams are hints of reality we're not ready to face? Before the school year started, I had a dream. A faceless boy standing in front of me-his voice, his presence, so vivid, yet his face... blurred. All I remembered was his glasses, his red jacket, and the fact that his name started with "K." But in that same dream, I also saw him smiling... with a girl beside him. His girlfriend. When I woke up, I thought it was just another random dream. Pero bakit hanggang ngayon, dala-dala ko pa rin siya? Sa classroom, sa flag ceremony, kahit sa mga tawanan with my classmates when they teased me with him it all felt like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Until one ordinary afternoon, I saw him. Not in a dream. Not in my imagination. But in reality. The boy who carried the name with "K." The boy who unknowingly held a part of my heart. This is not a fairytale. This is not a story of happy endings. This is a story of admiration, of what-ifs, and of feelings left unsaid. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are not the ones we live with forever, but the ones we never get to finish.
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