It would be pointless to ask if he liked her or not; she obviously made an impact, or else he wouldn’t mention her.
Turbulence
This romance can only be found in movies, songs, poems, short stories:
It has been a year since I stood on a surfboard in San Juan, La Union. I remember asking myself, “Why the fuck am I doing this,” as I lie on my belly while my surf instructor pushed me against harsh, breaking waves.
A once upon a time of curiosity, play, and pulling away.
My heart isn’t broken, but I must admit that it stings. The pain of a once-savored, now-lost passion is like the searing pain of scraped knees.