So I rushed for the phone, clueless about the person awaiting me on the line. Then spoke a soft warm voice that was recognizably affable, cuddling my ears as it asked for my name. I pondered… searching my deepest memory, all in a split second, of whom this angelic voice belongs to. Then it finally hit me… it was Phoebe’s, my ex-girlfriend.

She was my sweetheart, my first true love as well as my first heartbreak, who showed me the bittersweet side of a deep relationship. It seemed like an eternity since the wounds have healed from our scarred history, and at last we spoke. An hour quickly passed as we shared stories, yet I did not asked why she had called me.