A Kaleidoscope in The Sky

sn't going to be a sad, pathetic, and miserable guy. That's why I had never believed in true love, soulmates, or happily ever after. Those were the lamest concepts I had ever heard! I was not

ept, should it? Happily ever after only happened in movies and

ing to find myself constantly thinking about him, considering my usual disdain for dwelling on past relationships. Yet, there was somethin

had challenged my skepticism. Suddenly, I found myself grappling with questions and uncertainties that I had previously s

feel special, cherished, and understood. He became my greatest teacher in love and relationships, showing me a depth of aff

d the image of his dimples graced my thoughts. Even the way he held his knife or fork seemed eternally imprinted in my memory. And

et, but he remained a constant presence. Months had passed, yet Zack sti

stence. If Zack had been by my side, I could almost hear his voice scolding me in his usual way, "Glenn, that's not how you savor wine!" Oh, how his disapproving words resonated in my though

persistent desire to bring me her

y corner of that restaurant because the only thing about him that I could bring to Italy was the memory of him. You know what, Zack? I knew you would have teased me relentlessly there. You w

le

someone recognize me here? Capri was like a hidden gem, a place where hardly any Indonesians would v

t of me. The audacity! It took every ounce of self-control not to chuck my glass of wine at his face. I mean

let me have a moment of pe

my presence at Il Riccio? And what on earth could have brought him here? A whirlwind of inquiries swirled

hell are y

self-centeredness in its purest form. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my rising anger in check as he responded to my question with a disarming sm

e only wore during our dinner dates, and that familiar haircut. If circumstances were different, we could have en

f fate, Glenn. You haven’t chan