a promise he had not fulfilled and he could never return
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I'am jona marie legazpi I'am a simple girl and
Paulit ulit ng nasasakatan dahil sa pag ibig dahil doon nag sumikap akong makapag tapos ng pag aaral para sa pamilya ko.
At ngayon isa nakong enginner iam 27 year old and i have a 1 siblings siya si carl nag iisa kong kapatid parehas lang kaming sawi sa pag ibig.
on that promise I hoped,but he did not do everything and it led me to nothing.
Pero nakahanap na rin ako ng nag mamahal sakin ng totoo at pinahalagahan naman niya iyon na di siya gagaya sa mga naging karelasyon ko because he loves me and I love him.
Ang tapos na dapat dina mababalikan dapat nung una palang minahal mo siya at dapat niya
pahalagahan ang pagmamahal na binigay mo sa kaniya.
I can't believe I thought I would groxw old without a husband.
isang pangako na hindi niya natupad at hindi na siya makakabalik "means a promise he had not fulfilled and he could never return.

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