The Storyteller

Can it still be called love if what you are holding on to is only the past? Maybe not, because maybe you are no longer in love with that person; you just love the idea of being in love with that particular person, you are in love with the memories.

Would you rather choose the first love that is already familiar-you already know the expectations-or the new yet confusing one, where you never know what will happen next? Or you would choose to hold on to it because of the minuscule chance that it would bring out the best in you.

Girazyne Asphrylle Buentino, a simple girl in her simple life, has been in love and hurt. She's waiting for him to come back, but fate is messing with her. Love is so magical that sometimes it's confusing.

Disclaimer: This Story Is Written In Taglish