Noted, The Fault in Our Stars is one of the best love stories ever written. It’s even so much better than the Titanic. Really.
Read more →Noted, The Fault in Our Stars is one of the best love stories ever written. It’s even so much better than the Titanic. Really.
Read more →I was introduced as the sister of the girl that everyone in the group wanted to see, and you were introduced as the housemate and old pal of my sister’s then-crush-now-boyfriend. And I knew right then and there, that I had fallen in love with your smile.
Read more →Date a girl who writes. She’s the girl scribbling down words on her overpriced Moleskine notebook during having coffee with you. She is the deep thinker, the lover of life, the caring one.
Read more →Guys with their pride. Sigh. It’s not that it’s wrong to have such a high pride. It’s just that it’s wrong to not know when one needs to lay down his pride for something else.
Read more →On this day two weeks ago, we celebrated Valentine’s Day. While I had the most unromantic and uneventful day, you know what? It was beautiful.
Read more →Having gone back to Jakarta as a friendless person, I have realised that it might be time to make new friends. But honestly, I’m quite lousy in these things.
Read more →Here’s one of the most important questions in a relationship: which one is easier, dealing with regret, or dealing with moving on?
Read more →This story is a sequel to One day. And it’s a story about hope. But most of all, it’s always been a story about love.
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9.51am. She was on her way, but she was restless.
Nervous. Her hands sweating, her heart pounding. She checked the time, 10.01am. Don’t worry, she said to herself, you’ll get there on time.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but couldn’t. She looked out of the window, but her mind was racing.
Soon, she said to herself. Soon.
She felt like it was the longest bus ride she had ever been.
The girl began to look at her phone, and stared at the background photo. Her smiling happily while resting her head on a guy’s shoulder, and the guy who is kissing her head while wrapping his right arm around her.
Hers.
Soon, she mumbled. Soon.
Read more →This is a short story about hope. But most of all, it’s a story about love.
Read more →Ask any girl who has friendzoned a guy and we might get one of two possible answers. One, is just that she is not interested, and will never ever be interested. Sorry, guys. Two, is because the guy takes too long in courting.
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