"Love is a burning thing. New love, old love, love that fizzled and then sparked again—it's all magnificent and wondrous. Each love story is packed with emotions and experiences that shape those involved."
Isabel POV
I've been crying for a while now since I came home from the flower shop. I left Maria Sandra and Marcela to take over. I really couldn't concentrate. I am hurt... now I finally understand why Mariana was crying over something stupid because of love.
Naiintindihan ko naman kung bakit kailangan niyang umalis... The only thing I don't understand is why she didn't tell me that right away and then it seemed like she was in a hurry to leave.
Am I not her girlfriend? Do I not have the right to know? Bakit kay Martin ko pa iyon unang malalaman? She had enough time last night and the whole morning why didn't she tell me about it yet?
Sinusubukan niya akong kausapin kaninang nasa flower shop pa ako pero hindi ko siya hinarap. Baka kasi may masabi na naman akong pagsisisihan ko sa huli. I know myself, especially when I'm mad. Mariana was right, I might strangled someone with my piercing remarks or insulted them to death. So mas pinili ko na lang na umiwas muna sa kanya kanina at nag-commute na umuwi dito sa bahay. I don't know where she is now if she is still at the flower shop or has gone home.
Noon tumunog ang cellphone ko. It's from Aiyanna na agad kong ni-replyan.
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I don't think I need to guess where Aiyan is, I heard a cellphone ring outside my room right after I replied to her.
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