Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge

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Romance
palagi nalng akong iniiwan ano bang mali saakin? wala baa akong sariling kwento sa mundong to? palagi nalang ba ganito. Am i not enough? marami pa akong tanong sa aking sarili... i deserve to be loved naman we deserved rather. I think this world was not fit to mine... I loved him so much... I think this is my aftermath of my obsession to him... I'm inlove to him CILLIAN MATEO MONTENEGRO... This life of mine was really unfair... We are arrange marriage because i force my parents kasi akala ko gugustuhin niya ako akala ko ako yung gusto niya. akala ko dadarating din ang oras na mamahalin niya rin ako... but no hindi iyun nangyari.. hanggang nakakaya ko pa minamahal ko parin siya kahit ang sakit na... siguro nagpapagod lang ako pag siguro napagod ako.. wala na siguro .. This is my story. Sweet Revenge. H A I R A H B Y Y O U
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What if, in another life, in another time, love was enough? They loved each other in silence, in the spaces between longing and letting go. Their hearts spoke a language only they understood-through stolen glances, fingertips brushing for a second too long, and the words they never had the courage to say. But fate was cruel. The world kept pulling them apart, forcing them into lives where they could never fully belong to each other. One stayed, carrying the weight of a love that never got its ending. The other became a memory, a ghost of what could have been. Yet, love like theirs never truly fades. It lingers, in dreams, in echoes of laughter, in the quiet ache of knowing-somewhere, somehow, they were almost meant to be.

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