(WRITTEN SERIES #1)
"I-stalk ang buhay ni girl best friend kasama ang crush niya para makapagsulat ng isang love story? Game!"
As a frustrated aspiring writer who just joined a writing contest in their school, Cora thought of the most brilliant wa...
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CORA
WHAT is love? Why is everyone so obsessed with it? When I was a kid, I used to think about love as something that makes your heart flutter. 'Yong tipong sobrang kilig na kilig ka to the point na kahit paghugasin ka ng sandamakmak na hugasin, okay lang at masaya ka pa.
But that was just in the books and romantic shows I've read and watched.
Love isn't about those butterflies in your stomach whenever they're near you. It isn't about thinking about him all the time. And especially, it's not going crazy over some person.
Love is much more than that. You'll only understand the meaning of love when you understand the meaning of the pain that comes with it.
It's not just about the happiness — it's also about the sacrifices, sadness, and pain — a lot of pain. They were right when they said that if you love, get ready for the pain. Because if you're not, then you'll lose.
Love can either make you or break you. And in my case, it made me. Yet, I was also left alone broken.
I have to admit. I thought Mason would only be a lesson for me. An experience. Puppy love, kumbaga. But everytime I think about him, everything's all coming back to me.
Those memories... Those freaking memories...
All those I love you's... All those hugs... All those promises...
We were just like Romeo and Juliet. Our love story was beautiful at first look, but when you dig deeper into it, you'll see that it's just a tragic case of falling in love at such a young age.
Maybe others were right. Maybe we really were too young for true love.
I'd be lying to myself if I say that I'm over Mason, because shit... I still think of him every single day — every single moment. Lagi siyang suma-sideline sa isip ko. I'm really curious about what's going on in his life right now. Did he become successful in New York? Naabot na ba niya kung ano'ng pinapangarap niya? So many questions yet no one is there to answer any of them.
Yeah. I still care for that ice demon. I still care for him to the point whenever I remember him, I shed a tear — a tear that he would no longer wipe because he's not with me.
Ang sakit lang. Siya 'yong nagmakaawa noon na 'wag ko siyang iiwan, pero siya 'tong nang-iwan sa 'kin nang wala man lang paalam.
Goodbyes are very hard, especially when that person is very special to you. But not saying goodbye and leaving without any explanation is the worst. It's hell.
But maybe that's just what we are; not meant to be. Just like those in the stories where the main characters didn't end up with each other. Maybe we weren't really for each other. Maybe he was just a chapter in my book.
A book where I'll write my own happy ending — without him.
