Her.
I'm not perfect.
No, I'm far from perfect.
I was different. Too difficult.
I wonder how it feels like to be wanted? To be loved? To be missed?
No,I don't deserver craps. I had to accept it.
Him.
I knew I was never capable of loving.
I was too afraid. Afraid for attachments. I was harder than the stones. Colder than snow. But everytime I see her smirk. Damn. Remind me not to fall.
But when she did. I refused to catch her.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Chase.
Teen FictionYou're gonna miss me and when you do, you'll realize that you only have yourself to blame and I hope that it hurts you like the pain of leaving hurt me.
