He is the one.

No, this time, I'm sure.

The thumping of the rubbered end of my wooden stationary colliding with the school furniture is my witness.

The sound of my heart thumping madly in my ribcage is my proof.

He extended a strong arm to his best mate in greeting, and his firm grip displayed a hint of his masculinity.

Other girls swooned beside me. And I felt myself swooning with them too. I didn't mind.

Cause he didn't belong to them. He belonged to me.


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No, I do not have a boyfriend. And the last time I swooned was never. :/ Just a sudden spur of creativity. I needed the romance. Shush. I hate writing.

Labels: fucked up, romantic disasters