Invisible in Your Eyes (HIATUS)
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2014
*one-sided love story*
"They say FALLING FOR YOU is my BIGGEST MISTAKE but how can it be so wrong if it feels so right? If ever I made a mistake, it's not that I fell for you, it's thinking that someday you'll fall for me TOO..."-- most of us always fall for the wrong person.. to a person who cannot love us back.. But then, we still hope that they might love us too.. even if we know that in the end, we'll end up having a ONE-SIDED LOVE... being invisible in their eyes..
Just like my story.. I'm AJ, by the way... I trieD my best for HIM to notice me... But then, I ended up being an idiot in front of him and his 'evil' girlfriend.. He just USED me after all... I remained Invisible in his Eyes..
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