On the Saturday morning, the first text I sent him was,
''You know what's the date today?''
''Umm, 29th may. What's so special in that?''
''Dude, it's your birthday in 3days.''
''How do you know that? I never told you.''
''You did, stupid. And now don't act. I want my treat okay?''
''What treat? I'm not going to give you any, hahaha,'' He laughed in the cutest way ever.
''Fine, don't talk to me. You're the worst person I've ever met.''
''Okay okay, sorry na. I'll surely give. But promise, you'll be the first one to wish?''
''Pinky promise, I'm going to be the first one to wish you on your 16th, idiot.''
In all these small crazy conversations I knew I started to feel for him. And maybe somewhere he also felt the same for me. I wished if it could ever happen that we both were together.
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HEART WRECK
RomanceHe loved her. She loved him. He ignored her. She still loved him. He moved on. She didn't let go. He didn't kept his promise. She did. Maybe the situations at that time were not right for them or the way they handled it was wrong or maybe they were...
