Two people, with worlds not far apart from each other. Two distinct people meet in one place, after all... We meet strangers every day of our lives. But something's different about them. Something I couldn't figure out. What is it? Love. Hate. It's all the same. Found. Lost. The only difference is how you see it. highest ranking: #1 in jadinefanfiction other rankings: #2 in jadine #29 in jamesreid #34 in nadinelustre #256 in novel #24 in jadinefanfiction

Prequel of "I Love You since 1892" Pilit hinahanap ni Aleeza ang mga kasagutan sa mga kakaibang panaginip at pakiramdam na nararanasan niya sa tuwing bumubuhos ang ulan at sa tuwing nakikita niya ang estrangherong naghahatid ng magkahalong saya at lungkot sa kanyang puso: si Nathan. Magagawa kaya nilang maitama ang pagkakamali ng nakaraan upang maiwasan ang trahedyang dulot ng bawal na pag-ibig na nagsimula pa noong una at nagpapatuloy kahit ilang siglo na ang nakalipas? O hanggang sa panahon bang ito ay hindi pa rin nila mababago ang nakasulat sa kanilang kapalaran? A story that will look back from its past and present. Will the lines connect them for the second time around? or Will history repeats itself? [Next: "Bride of Alfonso"] Date Written: May 06, 2017 Date Finished: November 12, 2017

I. Let's start by not calling it love. II. Your scent still stinks in my skin and you smell like pot and nicotine. You left a trail on my hair so you can find me anywhere. III. When I close my eyes I could still feel your hands tracing the weakest parts of me. And the warmth of your palm easing the ache of my misery. IV. I knew that our fire won't last long but the fact that I have enjoyed the sparks when we ignited was enough for me so I chose to burn with you. V. And my bones blaze along with your sighs and conflagrate my soul with your breathing. VI. Your heat almost felt like love. VII. I know how good you are in turning memories into ashes but ours was crimated beautifully. VIII. I like staring at you while you're sleeping and imagining the scene of how you would leave me one day. Because I could see it coming. I don't know how soon but it will come anyway. IX. Us- A short-lived flame that burned everything. X. Let's stop by not calling it love.