I stopped scrolling down his timeline reading his new funny and shit posts when I read his status that he posted yesterday at the exact time of 11:11. The status was like:
“Damn girl. I like this damn girl so much. ”
My smile faded as I felt my heart clench and stabbed it so many times, and I was out of breath. I can't help but get hurt because I like him, not just his posts, but him. I like him, but am afraid to confess to the thought of being rejected by him.
Who am I anyway? I am just a nobody and too far from his ideal. I like him secretly, and stalking his timeline is the best way to complete my day without knowing it has become my hobby.
And the disadvantage of this is that you'll get hurt, obviously, but unintentionally, and the worst part is we don't have anything to do about it.
“I don't want to feel hurt again, and I ended up hurting again for the same reason, but why can't I stop myself stalking you each day?” I said, and smiled hopelessly.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetries & Stories
Mystery / ThrillerP O E M S / P O E T R Y / SHORT STORIES Hello! This book is a compilation of poems, poetry, and short stories. The languages used are Filipino and English. The dialect used is Cebuano. Thank you so much for reading this! Thank you, Canva, for the...
