As I am writing this, I'm lounging on a chair inside my 7th floor room in Holiday Plaza Hotel Cebu, drinking my weight in whatever I could get my hands on (right now, a liter of minute maid pulpy orange juice).
Boy is this cute guy on campus girls swoon and giggle over. He was walking inside the campus to his minor class in the A/S when he stopped by the kiosk to buy a cup of coffee. He knew his class would be boring. History really is a boring subject. Girl was sitting on a stool near the kiosk when she noticed Boy buying coffee. She stared at him like she wanted him so bad that she felt weird inside. Maybe it was the pancit canton she was eating. It could have expired already. But she wanted to say something to Boy. She wanted him for herself. She wanted him to marry her. It was the first time Boy came back to class after a week's worth battling flu and STD that caused him to burn a hot 39 degrees. 6 years ago, Boy met somebody that made him say to himself, " I'm gonna marry her someday." He felt something that day. He felt it was so strong that he told that somebody what he told himself. He told her I'm gonna marry you one day. That somebody wasn't Girl.
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