Dear Diary:
Seven years ago, I met this boy. He was loud, he was obnoxious. He was impossible. He wore jandals to my heels, talked gibberish words without finesse, acted like the world is not watching him. How could I NOT hate him?! And his most coveted role in life: Ang maging kontrabida at gawing miserable to the highest point ang buhay ko!
But then again.. That boy was different..
He did something no one else dared to do:
He stole my heart.. unknowingly..
And ever since that fateful day, I know, dear diary..
That boy had me at "Yo! Wassup?"
Keira ♥
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You know the difference between PROMISES and MEMORIES?
We break promises; Memories break us.
©averageJo.2013
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This is my debut story. Hopefully I can finish this one. Please read and support this. Thank you very much.
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...XoXo...
BINABASA MO ANG
That Boy
Teen FictionThat Boy (: "...One is loved because One is loved. No reason is needed for loving..." -Paulo Coelho-