I Don T Know You Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I don't know how...but you look good in everything you wear." "I know you are my fangirl but I need your help here." What does he mean by that? Does? he know that I like him?

The vulnerability, the hesitation—it was all there, and it made me want to protect him even more. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were wide, soft, and searching. “I… I didn’t know you felt like that.” “I never could tell you,” I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “I was too proud. Too stupid to admit it. And then, after high school… we just… drifted. And now, here we are, and I—” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Not now, not ever.”

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏! 𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹: 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒅� � 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

He asks again. I sigh heavily, almost softly groaning a little bit. "You know what, I don’t freaking know you and I don’t know why you’re calling me this late to bug me.” “I’m really sorry if I’m a bit of a bother. It’s just really fascinating how you don’t recognize my voice and--” “Well hate to break it to you, I have no single idea who you are.” I cut him off. “Are you really that famous for me to know who you are? Should I really know who this is just by your voice?”

" I like this family and I don’t know if you are feeling the same way?" ” Yeah I feel the same way too, but I doubt there's something I can do to help " " I want to do something"

Me: Well, it matters to me and I also don't like you. Unknown: It wasn't a question. I swallowed. Was this...some kind of sick joke? A prank maybe. Unknown: Sleep well, babyboy and better dream about me. In fact, I'll make sure you do. The hell?

" You need my help? You must be joking" "Sincerely, I don't know how I can be of help to you. Because I don't really know who you really think I am. "Let me even ask you these questions. Why do you think I am the right person to help you out? what led you to think in my direction?"

“Yo⁠‍u don’t have t⁠o know every‌th‌ing‍‍ tod⁠ay.⁠” I looke‌d at‌ her. “Y‍ou just ha⁠ve‌ to love t‌hem.” ‌ ‍‍I smil‍ed. “And ask for help wh‍e‌n you need it.”‌ “‌Exac‍tly.”

But ignorance calls for anger, and anger—near invincibility. "I don't know guy. Really i don't. All i can say is that i like her, and i think she likes me too and that's that. I guess I'm hoping it isn't just a fling to her. You know? " I meant every word of what i said, but when i said "you know" it's like I'm spitting it at him "Gee, don't you think you should just," he scratches his forehead with his index " i don't know...like...ask her?"

“What do you mean by that… l supposed you know something you aren't telling me?” I let a soft chuckle. “You have no idea, do you?”