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I snapped, the tears spilling over my lashes again, but my tone was resolute. "But just because Agatha and I are hurting right now does not mean my heart is a revolving door. It doesn't mean I am just going to move on with another person because things got difficult. Agatha Nguyen is my fiancé. She is my first love, my only real love, and even if we shatter each other into pieces, every single piece of my heart still belongs entirely to her. I am not leaving Manila, Beatriz. And I am definitely not leaving her." [AGATHA NGUYEN]

Sumbong niya rito habang naglalaro sila. Jasmaine—her closest online friend, is her only best friend. Kahit online lang sila at sa laro lang nagkakilala, ito na ang tinuring niyang best friend niya. It’s sad that they migrated when they became friends, kaya tuloy hindi niya sila nagkikita sa personal at sa mga video calls lamang.

I fire off another text to Destiney because I have yet to receive a response to the first one. ME: Babe, please. Just let me know you are okay. I’m worried. Fifteen minutes later: ME: Baby, please. I need to know you are okay, I’m freaking out here. ME: I miss you<3 ME: I’m going to fix this. I promise.

"Oh....yeah. Of course. What do you want me to do, Miss Samantha?" Samantha smiled. "It's nit about what I want you to do. It's about what I'm supposed to do." She mumbled. Layla smiled. She could see where this was headed.. The Young lady was obviously in love. "Okay miss Samantha. What's it about? Come on and talk to me." Samantha sighed. She poured herself a glass of orange juice, gulped down half of the content. "I think I like someone. Really likes him. I don't know if it's right....to like someone at the very first sight. Isn't that infatuation?"

I don't believe in marriage and love, or whatever nonsense this world invented. Because if love was real, married couples wouldn't separate, like what Adam and I are planning to do eventually. If love was true, there wouldn't be parentless children in orphanages. If love was real, men wouldn't seek other women even if they were married, like Crisanto - oh yeah, he's my biological father - ever since high school I stopped calling him Dad, why bother? He never loved me or my Mom. I don't know if he loved my mom or if he just stayed for the money.

I do warn you," she said, with no intention of keeping her promise, letting him kiss her good-bye. She liked Rory, she was used to him, but there wasn't that enchantment she always thought there should be between a man and a woman who love each other. Was he not fantasizing about love? Could it be that companionship and understanding weren't more important? After all, she and Rory liked the same things and had the same views. Unlike Karim Khan, who didn't believe in anything that mattered to her. Angry that she had remembered the Iranian, she tried to erase the image from her mind. But he was still there, challenging her, his smile and his sardonic gaze. Fleur had barely finished breakfast t

He repeated the words over and over again, finishing with expressing the depths of the love that he had for me. Instead of being filled with elation upon hearing his words of devotion, I remained heavy hearted. What had just happened? This was not the romantic rendezvous that I’d envisioned when I set out to contact him after work. How could things go so wrong? I looked up the alley to see if anyone witnessed what we’d just done. Relief poured forth when I saw no one.

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🎤Who'd have thought this is how the pieces fit You and I shouldn't even try making sense of it I forgot how we ever came this far I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are Some blame it on my heart, oh Love moves in mysterious ways It's always so surprising When love appears over the horizon I'll love you for the rest of my days But still it's a mystery How you ever came to me Which only proves Love moves in mysterious ways🎤 +++++ "Hey you keep on smiling like an idiot there, you are scaring me." Sam disturb me from my daydreaming. I throw my pillow to him, but he catch it.

VALERIA As the door creaked open, I stepped into my home, the worn-out welcome mat beneath my feet a testament to the passage of time. I turned on the fan in the sitting room and listened to the soft hum filling the empty house. Although it was empty, I felt welcomed looking at the walls filled with family photographs. The loud laughter and boisterous conversations were still audible to me. The house was a bungalow with four bedrooms, each with its own story, whispered tales of joy, arguments, and dreams shared among all of us. My heart ached as I recalled all the beautiful memories and what had occurred presently.