the one who broke my heart

There was a school event last Saturday. Somehow we ended sitting at a small shack outside the hall – an ordinary mamak place serving roti canai. him and his sporty getup and nice shoes. his way of dressing has gone up a notch.  we talked about work and kids.

As I look at his familiar face from across the square plastic foldable table, it hits me.

This is the guy who broke my heart. 


Published by: mizrae

I am not always nice, but I can be. I like reading more than writing, and I wish I write better than I do. I hope that I listen more than I speak because honestly, that's the kind of people I am drawn to.

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