Me and the brown-eyed boy

I'm writing as gentle rain continues to pour outside the window. So I'm going to tell you a story. It's about me and a brown-eyed boy sitting behind me. I don't know, but we are squabbling. My classmates didn't take it seriously, even calling it a lover's quarrel. On daily basis, we would trade each … Continue reading Me and the brown-eyed boy


Letter to my best friend

To the you who read this (or not), I apologize beforehand of my melodramatic crap. It seems that you tolerated my attitude when we were younger, telling me that it's alright because I'm not alone. But the seasons have changed. Not all people stay the same. So are you. So am I. I remember the … Continue reading Letter to my best friend