Once during the past few days I got reminded of the pinkie finger pact. I think it was last Saturday at Jollibee, when TJ and I were about to leave and you went out with us. Or was it the other night when we were walking along the familiar and memorized mazes of SM North? Pardon the short term memory loss. It’s a real pain in the neck. I’d probably go crazy a week before the board exams and I’ll lose all the formulas that I worked hard to memorize.

Anyway, getting back to the topic — the pinkie finger pacts. When did they first happen? My senior year — your junior year in high school? I’ve been doing something weird back then. Something to escape all the horrors and the pain brought about by another weird thing that was going on during that time. You know about that, right? And the other night you jokingly threw at me one of the most memorable hirits (memorable? di ko nga maalala eh) I told you before. You told me that it was when you were in deep shit with this other person before and you said that you were already over that person. You told me that I scoffed and said, “hah…para namang may maitatago ka sa kin…“. Neto lang, you threw that line back at me. And it had me thinking, oo nga naman… I realized that well, maybe, whatever it is that’s going on with me, I can’t really hide anything from you. It’s been our tradition, I guess. So whatever it is, you’d know and see through the well-masked and complicated alibis.

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