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I'll start my pen to write again by claiming "I'm okay"
What is love?
Someone asked me this question before but my answer is "I don't know", it's because I'm too young that time to feel the warmth of being in love and haven't any experience of being in a relationship. In fact, my inner thoughts ended up asking different questions. Why do girlfriends and boyfriends are breaking up? I mean, what are the reasons of break-up? In a marriage couple, the popular cause is financial crisis, how about in teenage love? For me, there's no reason of break-ups.
That's the young me. No experience, crap thoughts, and wanna write a love story, yet haven't any idea about it.
I wanna write a story, but how can I write something if I don't know anything?
In order to create an effective piece, I need to have my own experience.
"How can I love if I don't know how to fall in love?"
That question remains on my mind, not until someone came into my life and defined all the missing words in the dictionary, gave answer to my desirable questions, and made me feel that being in love has no definite meaning. It's just that you feel happiness without a source, smile for no reason, and create this goal; "I'll fight no matter what". Being in a relationship made me stronger. I became a fighter, a goal-seeker, and a law-maker (of course). Everything was okay, settled and steady. When problem came, we hold each other's hands and fight together. With him, I have assurance, security, and protection. He became my everything which made me afraid that if ever he leaves me, I will have nothing.
Together we fly, dreaming so high,
Wants the future to happen at that time
In every story, the characters are you and I
You became my strength, my weakness, and my reason to write.
Every story was expected to have a happy ending, but ours are different.
Unlike on fairytales, our story ended up by holding the hands of another,
Not by each other.
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I was going to perform our science experiment that time and as I passed the hallway, there are couple of students busy talking about their own businesses. I was also with my friends exchanging funny conversations which ended up putting smiles on our faces. When I finished performing, me and my friends decided to went on our classroom to get our money and take a recess. As we are going to our designated place, I have noticed that there are two guys who are following us. I just thought that they're also going to their rooms, but later on, one of my friends also noticed their presence and whispered on my ear: "I think he's following me". I just smiled at her, thinking that everything is unpredictable. When we reached our room, I get my money and went directly to the canteen with some of my friend, and that friend of mine who think that those guys are following her stays on the classroom, maybe to wait miracle to happen? When we're on our way going back to our classroom, I heard a beep from my phone and when I checked it, I received a message from the unknown number. It definitely turns me off coz the typing was damn 'jeje". I just trifoliated it because I'm deeply in loved with Shone that time, and my time was damn precious to entertain jeje stuffs. When we finally went back on our classroom, I was kinda confused because my friends as well as my classmates are yelling, teasing me like "Ayyiiieeee". Honestly, it made me dumb thinking "Wtf, what's happening?" Not until my friend Sam, the miss friendship explained everything to me.
"Meeeiiiiiiii!" she approached me with a feeling of vibrance.
"What? What's happening?" I confusedly asked her.
"Patrick asked to get your number!"
"Patrick?"
"The handsome transferee from the lower grade. I think he followed us when we came here from the Laboratory." I watched my friend who whispered me that those guys are following her. I wanna burst out, yet, I controlled my emotion. I stopped my self from laughing out loud.
"What a child abuse. Then?"
"I gave it to him." So, the jeje who texted me was Patrick?
"Hayst!"
