Prologue:
"Laro tayo."
"eh?"
"Let's play a game."
"Ok."
"and what kind of game naman?"
"A game of love: chances, & kismet"
Tik.. Tok.. Tik.. Tok..
The clock is ticking, And I'm here entering a brand new thing...
A game..
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....
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of love.
A game that I don't wanna lose. A game that I didn't foresee myself falling apart or not.
Geeezzz,
Love? Chances? Kismet? Oh Come'on. What do I know about it.
I see my friends, my parents, and people around me falling inlove or for some falling apart.
It's not that I don't believe in the so called "red string" story that actually fall on the equation and match the so called kismet.
You said, they said, Love is game, that you have to win. But do you really have to win all the time or you'll get lose and fall apart to learn something that would teach about ∞
Remember in a game there's always a winner and a loser.
Choose one: to be a winner who shines, the champ of someone else' life or a loser who sacrfice just for that person to shine.
Coz in a game there's no draw
**First story ko po ito!! sana magustuhan nyo. Oh leave your feedbacks.thank you. :)
