Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

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"Chantal, i want you to be happy, i want you to come back to them" tristan said to me holding my hands tightly I wanted to be with him forever, i wanted to spend my life with him "But i want to stay" sabi ko sa kanya habang nakatingin sa maganda niyang mga mata "You can't chantal, you can't" sabi niya sa akin at binitawan ang magkahawak naming kamay at unti unti na siyang lumayo Habang papalayo siya ay paulit ulit niyang sinasabi ang "Chantal open that door because behind that closed door you will find the truth" hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi niya pero sumagi din sa isip ko na bakit ni minsan hindi ko man lang sinubukang buksan ang pinto na ito. Ano ang pakiramdam na kasama mo ang mahal mo? Minsan ba naiisip mo na darating ang oras na mawawala siya at iiwan ka? Will you stay by his side? Or will not? There are some point in our lives that we need to choose between our happiness or our love On going Story @MystiqueA
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