My family has been staying in an Ortigas hotel for the holidays for the last 3 years. We love it because it’s directly connected to a mall. The mall has a flower shop, Holland Tulips. It’s the first shop you see after getting off the escalator from the hotel’s 4th floor mall access. The past years, I would always take note of the shop. I didn’t know why. I could not associate it with any memory unlike the other shops where we bought stuff like my husband’s hiphop walking shorts. Then yesterday afternoon, when I was absent-mindedly going down the escalator with my son, I suddenly remembered why that Holland Tulips was special. It was the flower shop I visited some 18 years ago where I ordered flowers to be delivered to a no labels whatchamacallit guy who started ghosting me. I sent the flowers as a last ditch effort to win him over to continue our no labels relationship. Of course, I did not succeed. I was in a trance. I vividly remembered every detail like how the sale...