Prologue

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Prologue


Have you ever fallen Inlove?

 Because me, I did.

That in one strike, you foolishly fooling yourself that you do not.

But, how will you know if you are In love?

You will know it the moment you ask yourself that.

You don't believe me, do you?

I knew it because I also asked myself the same question back then. 

In the reality, we tend to completely deny things, especially, when the circumstances are not convenient enough for us.

But in the end, you will realize that you already did at that time.

Why?

Because you will never question yourself, while thinking that person, who is in your mind, without having feelings for them.

People do love, every single day. 

But in different ways, different kind, and different time.

Though it's infatuation, a long term, a past one, it is still love. You still fell In love. You loved someone.

And for me, I was hit by Mr. Love so damn hard. 

So deep, that there is no way to escape it. Deep like an ocean, that you just let yourself to fall slowly until you've finally reached the seabed. And for a moment, you will realize that the short story of you and that person finally came to its final chapter.

That's when you finally escaped it. That's the only way.

I tried to fight it. 

I did everything I can to escape from Mr. Love, but it's too late. Too late, because I have already asked myself the question.

"Do like him?"

"Am I in love?"

I had crushes before.

You know the feeling of being jealous over someone who likes other girls and not you? But still, you get jealous even though they don't treat you the way they treat those other girls?

The feeling of putting a lot of effort to your body just so you can make an action for them to notice you? Funny isn't it? Because I also did that. Of course to my crushes.

That is still love. I was in love at that time. 

But do you know the rarest kind of love?

It's true love.

This is not just a two simple word, but a gem.

No matter how many times you fall in love, it doesn't mean that it is real. This what makes true love the rarest kind of love. In a billion of stars surrounding the planet, you can't easily find which one is right or which which one was destined to be that person.

In a society full of relationships between girls and boys, I never had one. Just crushes and that is it.

I asked myself, "Am I not attractive?"

And answered, "Maybe because of my flaws, mentally and physically."

But that's not good. Just because you want to be like the people around you, you downgrade yourself? You are enough. I was enough. So I get tired looking for someone.

I got to the point of not caring about crushing over someone again. And did you know what happened next?

I found the gem. I found the rarest kind of love. I thought my feelings to my crushes back then were real. Not until I met him, my first real love.

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You might encounter grammatical errors and typo while reading this story, but please bear with me. I promise to edit this when it's done as soon as possible. Happy reading!

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