"Niko."
And again I realized that she knows many guys named Niko. Or Nico. So, again, I had to qualify myself.
"Niko B. Hiiii."
"WHY DO I NOT HAVE YOUR NUMBEEEERRRRRRRRRRR. HI HENRIKUH!"
"I DON'T KNOWWW. I changed numbers a year ago. Maybe that's why?"
And yet I had her number on my phone, which meant I asked her for it when I changed my number. But, you know, weirder things have happened. Also, I should've called myself Henrikuh instead.
"And I switched to a new phone soon after. Naiwan siguro sa other phone. I'm such a loser."
"Dammit, Mon. Hiiiii."
"I miss you. The last time we super talked, wala ka pang girlfriend. Ganun na katagal. Ugh. Growing old sucks."
We've known each other for almost nine years. We've not super talked for almost six. We have gotten older.
2/24/2014
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