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Every time I write something about you, I’ve always wondered what you’d think and feel if you knew.

Last night, I was on the verge of sending you my blog’s URL without telling you that it’s mine. Would you realize it was made solely for you?

Would you recognize the small talks we shared? There’s a chance, yes, but I bet, you won’t remember it the way I did. Every moments we shared together, just the two of us or with a couple of others, I have it memorized so I could replay it on my mind over and over again. That’s not enough, though. I have to write it here and tagged your name because I am hoping I can show it to you someday.

This blog.

Gustong gusto ko na talaga siya kaya medyo badtrip ako.

I want to clear things up. I wanted to ask him things that had been bothering me for these past few nights. I wanted to know what he feels. But at the same time I hate to be found out. I don't want to be the first one to confront or say anything on those matters... :/// Hate this much.
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