part 1: 3 months

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3 months.....  we already reached 3 months but things are still a bit the same our conversation is still i love you- i love you too/baby!!!/have you eaten your lunch? recess?/ etc. . . . but as they say if you truly love that girl or boy you'll always love him her forever. just like me i love my girl... so... am lets start the story.. 

i gotta admit.. something change.. she tells me stories about her past and about her family. so i m happy to hear that because atleast i know she trust me and shes comfortable? with me... every single day that pass is another part of her life to know, 

first she told me that she have a broken family..... so i tried to comfort her by knowing more and trying to help but... i can't because as far as i can see it it's already okay and fine and balanced..

second she told me all about her past 12 boyfriends... and i have been so shocked after i hearing all the stories i never expect that after all those happening she is still standing and facing another man and that is me. 

so after all those stories and i know there's more; i understand all those things, what i don't understand is why can't she trust me.. i know I've been so flirty? hmm not that... what i mean is that talkative to other girls... well they ask me!!!!.... what can i do.... i know for sometimes my actions is not so very appropriate  but i still have the rights to know why is she mad at me/to me. 

i can only say this. our 3rd monthsary is very special to me because she changed, she became a very very noisy noisy noisy and talkative girl.. she is not the girl i know on the first day the shy type ha ha

she is the girl i want she turned to be the most precious,cutest,simplest,finest, everything that a girl can be or should be is in her... shes my treasure... she is my everything but it looks like im not he's everything. sometimes it's true sometimes it's not but who cares..... we all care when we lost that 

thing.... the thing we treasure most.

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