When you don't utter the name of person for so long, you forget about it dontcha?

Yesterday somewhere in Boni circle, I just came from a barber having another baldie haircut. As I was passing by RJ's bulalohan, almost just about to ignore things (like everything), I saw a familiar face -- only for an instant.

Then the person looked the other way, her hair covering her face.

I twitched my eye brow trying to recognize the person, and any bodily feature. Just when I passed by just enough to see half of her face, I knew who it was.

My ex.

I'm pretty sure she already saw me, she just didn't want me to recognize her. I would've said hello. But that's fine.

I went on, going my merry way.