I Hate That I Love you.
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"Hindi lahat ng lalaki pare-pareho. Magkakaiba sila. Magkakaiba sila ng paraan kung paano manggago."
Yan ang nakatatak sa isip ni Celine mula nang malaman niya ang nasa pagitan ng kaniyang mga magulang.Panay niyang naiisip na lahat ng lalaki ay sasaktan at lolokohin lang siya tulad ng ginawa ng papa niya sa kaniyang mama.
Sinabi din niya sa sarili niya na hindi siya magiging martir para lang sa isang lalaki tulad ng pagtitiis ng mama niya.
Pero paano kung hindi niya mapigilan ang sarili niya?Na lahat ng pinangako niya sa sarili niya ay mabali niya?Magagawan pa ba niya ng paraan para mapigilan ang kaniyang sariling nararamdaman?O matutulad lang siya sa mama niya na nagpakatanga para lang sa isang lalaki?
-YannaShin
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