When a Heart Gets Tired

When a Heart Gets Tired

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No, this is not your typical love story. This is a story about love. This is not a fantasy. This is a reality. A love story is not just for rich and beautiful people. Everyone deserves to be loved regardless of his/beauty. And everyone dreams of meeting an ideal person. Etteya Celeste is one of them. She is not of beauty. She is not even tall. Quite opposite right? I tell you she is not an ideal woman nor every man's dream. She only dream of having a man opposite to her own father. But who would have taught that she would meet and fall for his ideal man and the very same person who will make her world upside down. France Alvar Fellows is a bastard. His mother left him to his grandmother's care. And he didn't even know about his father since birth. Since young, he used to work for him to sustain his needs in school. He sells ice candy during weekends because his grandmother cannot accommodate his needs. Since young, he became responsible. But he lacks a motherly love. Then he met Etteya. She is not his type. Not even a bit. He wanted to have a girlfriend who has fair skin, tall and beautiful. Etteya is just the opposite.. And she brings the beast out of me. She irritates him every time she talks. And it means disaster to both of them. The ideal man and not the ideal woman. How could that be possible?
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In a world where everyone wants to be aesthetic, she's used to being admired but never truly seen. Compliments come easy-"You're so pretty!" "You look amazing!"-but no one ever asks, "Are you okay?" For the longest time, she's felt like a painting in a gallery-gazed at, praised, but never really known. Then there's him. He's not the poetic type who spins metaphors about her beauty, nor the mysterious bad boy everyone secretly obsesses over. He's just... him. The kind of person who forgets his umbrella on rainy days, orders the same coffee every morning, and sometimes stumbles over his words when he's excited. The first time they talked, he didn't stare too long. Didn't say she was breathtaking. Instead, he simply asked: "Pagod ka na ba?" And somehow, that meant more than any compliment ever did. With him, she doesn't have to be perfect. She doesn't have to be put together, doesn't have to filter her words or curate every moment. She can be quiet, messy, lost in her thoughts-and still, he stays. He listens. He waits. He makes her feel like she doesn't have to be anyone else but herself. Sometimes, love isn't about grand gestures or heart-fluttering moments. Sometimes, it's just someone who makes space for you, who stays even when the moment isn't aesthetic, even when you're not your best, even when you have nothing to say. And for the first time, she doesn't feel like a painting in a gallery. She feels like she's home.

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