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[color=green]he was getting married the next day
this will be our last night together
we were at our usual hang out
at the bottom stairs of their big ancestral house in ilocos
smoking our lungs out because his soon to be wife hates the smell of cigarettes

you remember the time when we were an item? he asked with a smile

yah. i replied. we were an item alright.

you remember the time when i climbed the mango tree coz u wanted so badly to eat one? he said.

u fell..i answered . u had a cast for a month. u broke ur left arm. since then u weren't able to play ball as good as u used to.

he was silent for a while...u know what i thought when i was up there clinging to my freakin life? i thought that because of this stupid mango im gonna die. i felt my heart pounding so hard and fast...my ears were ringing...it was so painful to hang on...

but u finally let go. i said

i did. didn't i? and when i was falling all i can remember was the agony of holding on and the wonderful feeling of letting go...[/color]