I learned to love Harry and him alone - because I do like him to start with. He always had this special place in me but it is just Louis is like a signal jammer that can mess the flow whenever he’s present.

December came. Harry and I agreed to attend the nine Misa de Gallo every night until Christmas.

I think by this time, Louis is no longer blocked from my account.

I was running late and I heard the bells which signaled that the mass is about to start. I spotted Harry near the great and intertwined my hands with him as a surprise.

‘Sorry, I’m late,’ I said to him and he smiled. ‘Did you saw any of our... classmates nearby?’

‘I saw Anj,’ he answered and still went on but I was panicking.

Louis was just behind us and I’m sure he saw us. I made lots of excuses that I shouldn’t care because Harry is my boyfriend and nothing is wrong with that. Then, as if Destiny is teasing, I saw Louis’ status and it says, “jealous >,<”

Stupid me was happy, I even texted him about his status and asked about it.

He replied, ‘You look so perfect together,’ then stopped texting again.

New Year, I greeted him and he did the same. I don’t know what our first topic was or how it turned that way but it became serious.

He sang ‘Half Of My Heart’ as a reply to my questions. I wanted to joke that I’m a Swiftie and that was a bad choice of a song but that was the last time we ever chatted. Calls and texts stopped, too. We met no more.

I began stalking his Facebook account. The “poke” button made sense to me but it also stopped. Soon, his account was deleted.

That was the last folder that was File #8.

Now that it was sorted, the memories seemed to be few. It also did not make any sense of how huge the file was before but now it fits perfectly inside the drawer of my cabinet of memories and thoughts.

I still remember him every once in a while on the next day or the month after that. Memories of him were still fresh even a year passed, and another half a year after.

I don’t want to forget him because that is bullshit. How can I ever forget him?

But time flies and it’s been five years, I still remember him but not as often as the first year. I can now smile if I think of him.

I wondered if he’s okay. I prayed that he’s okay. I hoped to see him. I hoped to bump on him but that still didn’t happen. Maybe it was really the end of it?

The sound of my alarm clock echoed into my room. I reached to dismiss it as I looked at the time. I smiled as I remembered my dream. I have sorted my trash pile memories of him, now, that's great.