it was a fine evening in our school that day. we were enjoying ourselves in the jam session. we danced, partied and stuffed ourselves with the munchies. He played the guitar and yes, it was too good. his melodious voice, as he strummed his fingers in the stings of the guitar, it was just perfect. but who knew he was my admirer? who knew he was my Mr.X? Amelia did tell me 'He' will confess his feelings to me before summer holidays will commence soon and that he can't keep it as a secret anymore. yes, i was eager to find out about it but i didn't hope too much.
where is he? did he forget? what? he never turned up. i was waiting and because my expections grew day by day. what does he think of himself? where are you Mr.X?
i was disheartened.again.
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Him: hi! did you have a safe flight back home?
Me: yes. thanx for asking.
Him: your welcome.hey by the way you looked beautiful that day when we were having our party.
Me: thanx again. you played the acoustic pretty well. :)
Him:thanx :)
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A thing called love
Ficção AdolescenteA heartbroken girl's story, where she depicts her feelings and thoughts about that someone, who meant everything to her and how everything changed with time... how everything came to an end. Note to readers: I wrote this when I was 14 so please fo...
