Historias de Dhalia

And ya it's a love poem, even if it's a sad one, Idk how to write happy ones. ~~~ And I'm going to post a collection of poems, this is the first poem of it, they are all love ones, so I'm gonna have to read a lot in wattpad I guess, to get the feels and stuff ~~~ The name of the collection is: The flower in the book you sent me dried yesterday Credits for the collection idea and its name goes to my dear friend, Niharika (idk how the spelling of her surname so I'm not going to make a terrible attempt on it) ~~~ Don't ask me where I got the inspiration from, cause I seriously dont remember, I was probably reading something in wattpad ~~~ Tell me hows it, if you like it ~~~ Thank you, peace out ♡♡♡

When Dhalia discovers that her grandmother is losing her job, her entire future is turned upside down. She secretly gets a part time job where she meets the boy of her dreams. Even her best friends realize that there is more to this mysterious newcomer than meets the eye. She is suddenly thrust into the world behind the world and drawn into a web of events that reveal her true destiny and could possibly change the course of humanity.

Dhalia West was known to be, smart, stupid, narcissistic, clumsy and overall a joy to be around. Leaving her hometown, she decide that moving to the famous Los Angeles, would be different. Well, if different is what she wants, then different edge will get. Her life mildly changes, when asked to be the fake girlfriend of the infamous bad boy, Dylan Grey. Dylan Grey. The leader of his group. The alpha male of his pack if you will. Everyone respects him, but when a new girl enters the building, the bad boy seems to have an eye on her. After a painful heartbreak from his recent breakup, he seems to find the perfect girl to ask. ____________________ "Anyway! He said it would be the best way to ask you." He states. Huh? "You're not proposing are you? Wait, maybe you're professing you undying love for me. I wouldn't be surprised." "Cocky, aren't we." He states a smirk forms on his face. "Yes we are." I reply. "Now hurry up and ask this question of yours." I wait impatiently as he starts talking. "Okay, well as you probably know, that me and Alisha, broke it off. Well actually I dumped her. In front of the whole school. Wait you were there. Anyway, as you know she cheated on me, but I still love her and I don't even know why." He starts off. I stay quiet. Not wanting to interrupt him. "So, I thought maybe I could make her jealous." He finishes off. Oh no. ------

To my beloved.

At 5 O'Clock Café, Dahlia sips her coffee as she waits. She enjoys the quiet, but more than that-she waits for Kairo, the boy she always sees at the terminal, the one she rides the jeepney with, as if it were meant to be. For Dahlia, every glance feels special, every moment feels like a dream. But how long can she keep her feelings hidden... when fate keeps bringing them together?

"I thought I had killed you already" "how weird. so did I"

As you venture around your flower field, you notice a fascinating wonder. . . .