January 1, Sunday.
I don't remember when did I start appreciating her. Or when did these feelings start to eat me. All I can think of is the fear I'm bearing inside me.
The fear that if failed not to fall into the well of loving her, I will lose.
It was the last day of the year last night. Yet she was the person I was with as we said goodbye to the memories we made this year.
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Eight Words Love Story
RomanceOne of the boys, Alfredalae Moren Zamora, stands as an image of a beautiful lady with a heart of a man: tough, resilient, and brave-just like her father, whom she's living with alone. After her sister died of cancer and her mother left for another f...
