(Jash's POV)
We need to have a bad day every once in a while.
Why?
Because otherwise we will never know what a good day feels like.
Do you believe in destiny?
Do you believe that God has already a plan for us?
Having this talent, face and brain made me like this.
It made me arrogant.
Which is why I tried so hard.
To change myself.
I don't want to be the way I was before.
I am Lian Jashin Mendiz, I'm 16 years old, currently a second year student studying at Haven University taking up Architecture.
To tell you the truth.
I was arrogant.
Until I met her.
The girl that changed my life.
Forever.
Today is my lucky day.
I'm so excited.
I will make you mine.
And mine alone.
Today is our 1st monthsarry
But I wanted it to be very special.
That's why I already prepared everything as if it is already our 1st anniversarry to make sure it will be as special as possible.
Too special you'll never forget.
Never ever.
They said that girls love if it is personaly made for them.
That's why I baked the cake myself, it looks like a heart. It's a strawberry cake, her favorite.
I put it perfectly at the center of a heart-shaped table.
The table is located at the center of the room, the color of the room is a combination of pink, red and white, her favorite color combination.
Beside the table are two personalized human-sized boxes containing personalized human-sized couple teddy bears with matching t-shirts.
There are also heart-shaped red balloons with happy monthsarry on them.
I didn't make them.
I bought them.
I don't know how to make them myself.
If only I knew.
I also ordered 99 pieces of pink perfectly heart shaped candles.
The candles formed a perfect heart shape surrounding the boxes and cake.
My own designed lettering perfectly located at the top of the cake with the words "HAPPY MONTHSARRY" on it.
It took me an hour making that lettering.
There is also a pop-up book that I made containing letters.
Love letters.
That one took me a week.
To be dramatic.
I also scattered petals on the floor and candles forming a pathway from the door towards the center of the room, table with cake.
I even drew portraits and paintings of her.
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She's my Girl
Novela JuvenilFinally she's here. My eyes popped out staring at her. She's beautiful. I can feel hapiness flow in my veins. She's late but that doesn't matter. I'm happy and she's here, that's all that matters to me. She looks perfect and I meant perfectly perfec...
