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Uncover the Unreal Man: When it all started

We were documenting a true to life story of one of our seniors during my sophomore year

A cliché kind of story on how this man pursue this woman and ended up together

Covering their story made me realize when would be that person will finally come to my life

Suddenly,  I felt a tap from my back while I was in a deep talk with myself

Another tap when I didn’t  move an inch

After sometime,  I looked behind and saw a guy

It was the man from the story

He said,  “You’ll  meet that person when you reach your junior year”

Do my thoughts speak so loud and even he responded?

Or does my face says everything?

Am I transparent enough  for them to see what is running  through  my mind?

Or do they also feel what I am experiencing  right now?

Nonetheless,  I smiled and then laughed at him,  replying ” We’ll  see about that”

And when four years of the unknown man ended,  I met that person four months  after and I was a junior.



For more readings please do check out:  Untold Story of the Unknown ManUntold Story of the  Unknown Man Part 2Untold Story of the Unknown Man Part 3, and Untold Story  of the Unknown Man Part 4. You can also drop some questions or review purposely for my writing’s improvement. Would gladly appreciate it! Thank you. 



Untold Story  of the Unknown Man Part 4

All we had was four years of a bumpy ride

And one day to end four years of what we have

Four might not be a good number for you and for me

But four years was sure a hell ride for me. 

After four years of you and me, I met a person who made me believe…

Four years is just a number because I met that person four months after. 


Check out: Uncover the Unreal Guy

Four years ended like a swift wind in the sky. Undetected but unfortunately memorable. Your story may not be told but you are to be kept not in our future but in my past that will surely create my present so Thank you Unknown Man.

Untold Story of the Unknown Man Part 3

Only few questions left but the one I’ve been waiting is not asked yet

It took me courage to say these words “Who do you like?”

Hoping that would be my final  chance

You look into my eyes and say slowly and intently 

“YOU” and that was the last time you and I spoke. 


Photo by dancamcho
We finally came to point where confession either bring us closer together or would end things forever. A story not to be told but a memory to be kept.