That Epic Smile
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I saw him centuries ago. He was the only guy who never cared about anything. As long as he's with his book, everything's cool.
But there was something in him. I can't pin point it properly. Hmmm.. Ah yeah! His smile. HIS EPIC SMILE.
Whatever it is. When you see him smile, everything's fine.m The same with his attitude. That's him. My Epic Crush. Who has an Epic smile.
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She, My Innocent Love (Edited)
She's a girl I never expected to be in love with. She's nothing compare to my past but she is the only one who make my heart flutter and the only one that I can see in my future. She, my innocent love. -Clint Aiden SalvatoreConcluida
In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.
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