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What's Wrong With Love? (Honesty Hour)


"You can only have a boyfriend once you graduate college," my grandma would remind me.

I have always wondered how it would feel like to have someone you love with you every single day, knowing that he is yours and you are his. Sharing the same love song, forehead kisses, love letters, goodnight texts or calls, waking up to his good morning's... they sound good, dont they? I think they do.

I admit, hearing songs like "Just The Girl" by Click 5 cheers me up. I have always wondered if someone will dedicate that song to me, I wondered how I would feel, I wondered if I can contain myself if that ever happens.I made a promise to myself that if I'll ever meet a guy who loves that song and sings it with me, he's the one. ( I never told this promise to anybody 'til now)

I have met him.

But what am I suppose to do but make him wait? Three more years, I would remind him. Have I met him too early? Too quick? No. I've met him at the right time because this is the test. Will this go on til 3 years are up? Will it go on forever? I hope so.

Sometimes I wish my family would let it go. I am, of course, still focused on my studies. I am not that kind of person who searches for love so quickly that it gets broken right away. Easy come, easy go.

Three years will come to pass, and I wonder what my life would be by then. Hopefully, my life would be something that I am hoping for now. Limitless possibilities ahead, and yet, I have a lot of doors to choose from.

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