They call me Ms. Perfect. I'm not a geek, just smart. We're not rich, but my family can sustain my wants and needs. I'm friendly, that's why I'm everyone's friend. I'm sure I'm not that pretty but there's someone who always call me beautiful.
I'm humble and helpful, they say. I don't really know where did they got that. But I give the respect everyone deserves.
Gian calls me beautiful. He is my boyfriend, but not forever for he will be the father of my future children. We're together for about a month. And forever seems a smooth road ahead.
Cupid hit the both of us, and I'm pretty sure that we're connected by the red string.
He used to be a playboy until we met and eventually fell. He's the captain of our school's Soccer team, and a lot of flirty cheerleaders would give up forever to kneel in front of him. He's famous as I am. Our relationship was perfect, or so I thought.
I am the happiest everytime he asks me out or tells me he love me so, but life is a wheel after all. Happy moments are gone, sad moments are coming. We're not bound to be happy forever.
He used me to get more popular. I never thought we would end up this way because I thought he loves me the way I love him. Realization, there is no such thing called perfect in love.
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The Girl
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