Kailan?
May mga bagay na hindi mo masabi sa isang tao na idadaan mo nalang sa isang kanta.
May mga bagay na hindi mo masabi sa isang tao na idadaan mo nalang sa isang kanta.
She was tough. She trusted. She loved. It was all broken by the end. Not all charms bring luck.
I want to tell him all of my secrets but then, he suddenly became one. :))
[EDITING TO 3RD PERSON POV] Limang taon akong naniwala na patay na siya. Pero limang taon din akong umasa na babalik pa siya. Ngayong natagpuan ko siya sa katauhan ng iba, gagawin ko ang lahat mapasa'kin lang siya. Pero paano kung sadyang mapaglaro lang talaga ang tadhana?
I am known as the bad princess. And then I met him, the evil sweetheart. I met him for a reason. I liked him for a reason. I loved him for a reason. And the only reason? Love. [Helen of Troy]
(Sequel to Imperfectly in Love) Paano maghihilom ang mga sugat? Paano maglalaho lahat ng butas? Panahon? Pagmamahal? Pagpapatawad? Ito ang istorya ng buhay ko pagkatapos na hindi niya ako piliin. Ito ang kwento kung paano ko pinilit punuan lahat ng sugat at butas na binigay niya Ako si Iexsha... At ito ang kwento ko...
FYI for those who are asking why Foreword is with hundred of thousand reads while others are with thousands only: This story is one part story before 2015 (so estimated 250,000 x 50 chaps if you want the total read count). From 2009-2014, it is a whole story in one part. So thank you guys for giving this a shot before...
sa tatlong taong nakalipas, maari nga kayang madaming nagbago? maari kayang makalimutan ang mga dating pinagsamahan? pwede din kayang nagtanim siya ng galit? o ang tanging nakalimutan lang niya ay ang dating nararamdaman? yun lang at wala ng iba
Sadist Lover BOOK 2 ADD niyo na lang sa library para makita yung buong story. Tinatamad akong i-public lahat, e. haha
Life is so unpredictable. We didn't notice those who can love us until our last breathe, but would you dare take the risk to fall for a couple of weeks, when there is just a little hope that --- that someone will survive? Anyways, you don't know about it either because you, yourself was busy waiting for your own time...
Grade 6 = sad. sad. sad. Ayaw sa akin ni crush. 1st year High School = torture at idagdag mo na din ang lovelife ko. (Note: I apologize for my informal writing. I made this when I was still in 2nd year HS.)