Willing To Wait
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Last published Wed, Mar 22, 2017
Sabi nila, good things comes to those who wait. Ikaw ba, are you "Willing To Wait"? Kahit gaano katagal? Think of a time in your life when you were in the "waiting room". What have you learned in that experience? Maybe you're in the waiting room right now. Ako? I've been there many times. And I thought I was going to die from waiting pero I've realized I was wrong. There is more beyond the word "Waiting". And yes, that's why I come up to the idea of writing a story behind the title, "Willing To Wait". I dedicated this story to those people who are still "Willing To Wait" no matter how long they'll have to wait.
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