Looking in the past, I always ask myself myself why her? Why her of all other people?
Now I can answer that question
It's because Love is undefinable
Love has no limits
Love doesn't allow beauty to pick the person. It always pick who it likes.
In one gloomy afternoon.
A friend and I was talking when he suddenly ask a question
"Who is the most beautiful girl in all of the sections of Grade 8?"
Of course knowing me, I couldn't just say who. I needed to list this girls . So I listed. And Listed. Until, as I was going to the end of my list, he said.
"How about her?" asked by my friend I answered with "What about her?"
He answered back with " She's smart and cute."
I thought. And thought before I slept. Then I started to seek. Seek her attention. Seek her heart. Be part of her. But..... I couldn't do that. I don't know anything about her. Hell, I even didn't know she even existed.
But she did. She existed. She mattered. Her presence alway makes my heart beats. At first, I didn't know why. So I tried to solve that problem by trying to know her. But the teen that I was, I didn't try. So I asked her friends. I asked and asked. Until, I knew something.
I love her
