Once upon I fell inlove

Once upon I fell inlove

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How possible could a love story start with just a simple stare? Pag-ibig, paano nga ba ang umibig nang di nasasaktan? Could true love easily fade as the dried pages of words soaked into a stream?Makakalimutan paba ang mga sandaling tumatak sa isipan ng isang mangingibig?Tama ba na iwasan nalang ng isang hopeless romatic na umibig? How could someone figure out na mahal din sila nang taong minamahal nila? Ilang tanong paba ang natitira para malaman kung pag-ibig nga ba o illusion lamang? Love is too complicated to figure out, the hardest thing to have and the craziest thing to feel especially kung minahal mo siya kaagad the moment na dumating siya. A/N: I used TagLish para mas clear and consistent ang story because di ako bihasa on both language, hehe.
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Yung tipong hindi achiever, hindi rin pabibo, pero laging may matang nakatingin. Rose grew up surrounded by rules, expectations, and fake friendships that slowly crumbled. Until one day, she met Ericka... and then, Hanz. Si Hanz, ang lalaking akala ng lahat, okay. Masayahin, charming, palakaibigan. Pero hindi nila alam, he's been carrying his own ghosts. Habang unti-unting bumabalik ang kulay sa mundo ni Rose, bigla namang umatras si Hanz. Timing, trauma, takot-lahat 'yon, sabay-sabay. This isn't just about love. It's about blooming kahit masakit. About holding hands kahit may takot. About learning to stay, even when everything says walk away. Because even when the world didn't believe in her, she bloomed anyway. She bloomed with silence, courage, fear, hope, doubt and a heart that never stopped. Disclaimer: This story touches on healing, trauma, and the quiet pressures we carry. Written in Taglish, it captures the raw and poetic moments of growing up.

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