She's Bad
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Last published Tue, Jul 8, 2025
"So your willing to let go of the person you love Mr Sarmiento?" My teacher immediately ask before i could speak.
"Yes po"
"And why is that? Your just going to let her go without hearing any explanation? What if it was a misunderstanding?" I immediately ask and look at him with intensely. Everyone stay silent in
"Of course I'll hear her explanation but if cheating is in Its over. No second chance" He hissed na may pagkamadiing sabi
"Well, it's not love because if you truly love the person, you are willing to give her everything, even just a second or third chance. Sometimes you have to give those people who deserve a second chance because they are just humans that are making mistakes. So why don't you like the idea of a second chance if your just a human who also sometimes made one?"
"Because I don't like sharing. Ayoko ng may kaagaw. What's mine is mine alone" His face is full of seriousness even his voice.
No one dares break our eye contact. Both of us have a serious face, but I've given up looking at him like that. It makes me fall harder, and I can't help but give him my sweetest smile. A smile that's hard to resist.
"Okay... wala ka namang kaagaw saakin dahil hindi naman ako mag papa-agaw. What's yours is yours and I'm yours"
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