Infatuation exists
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This is a story having only one point of view, the writer of the diary.
This is a comprised letters of a person named Aina to her diary. It might not tell you all about her life but surely, explosions of ideas would pop out your mind as you read the story to its point.
Crush? Like? Love? Or maybe infatuation?
What does infatuation really means? According to the dictionary, infatuation is cause to be foolish or being depriveof sound judgment. It is also define as to inspire with a foolish or extravagant love or admiration.
You'll meet your answers to your question as you read the story. I hope you enjoy! Please be good to me, this will be my first article/story here in wattpad! Wooot
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