F E B R U A R Y, S A T U R D A Y 9, 2 0 1 3.
She's crossing the road, dressed in a simple clothes, but I'm certain that she'd look dashing in anything. For a mere second, I wonder what her name is.
There's this smile on her face that I want to smile back at her.
The sound of her voice reaches my ears when I walked out of my car and came closer to her. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is a mess. And yet it remained a mystery until now, why does my heart beats fcking fast whenever I think about her?
Is this what they called love at first sight? Or just plain stupidity?
Aemie Romero, I still have a lifetime to answer those questions though.
