thank you.
May 11, 2008
His iPod was so loud I couldn’t even hear the heavy rain hitting the car windows as we navigate our way to Pampanga. It was freezing cold. He lend me his jacket. I looked at him and he smiled. I gave him the cold shoulder. He was busy playing the PSP. I was busy hating him for not telling me the words since I got home. He put my head on his shoulder, kissed my forehead and uttered the words I have been longing to hear.
He surprise me in his own unique way. I love that.
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