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SOBRA.
SOBRA.
Reciprocated man o hindi, sooooobrang sarap magmahal. Sabi nga ni Paulo Coelho, "Those who love expecting to be loved are wasting their time. Love is an act of faith, not an exchange." Ang sarap lang sa pakiramdam kapag nasa verge ka na ng pag-amin sa kaniya, yung tipong isang mahinang bulong na lang, bibigay ka na. Sabay susubukan mong pigilan, pero lalo lang mahuhulog ang loob mo sa kaniya. Literal na breathtaking. Salamat sa Diyos at nasuklian naman yung feelings ko para sa kaniya. Pero kung hindi man ganun ang nangyari, hindi pa din ako mananawang magmahal. :D
Ang sarap sa pakiramdam ma-in love, ano? :)
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