Stuffing the MnM’s together with popcorns in my mouth, I stared at the television in front of me, drowning myself to the movie Endless Love. Goodness, Alex Pettyfer was really worth drooling. But it was weird that he looked like… Dylan.
I groaned inwardly. I’ve been trying not to think about him for the 7th time of the day.
I’ve been already here on Sta. Fe for two weeks and all I did all day was cry and mop. It’s a surprise that he haven’t looked for me yet, or maybe he didn’t have Hi any plan at all. My heart sunk deep at the latter. I missed him like hell. All the stuffs that I have read on novels where a character felt sick and felt like dying just because they missed someone, I thought it was a bunch of bullshit before. Now, I freaking felt it. I literally felt sick every day. Jesus
