There are love stories where in a girl used to drool about this guy she likes. Wakes up in the morning just to hang out with him. She makes fun of him. He makes fun of her. The guy doesn't like her or so she thought.
The girl had a boyfriend whom she loves and loves her back. They are perfect for each other.
Now this boy she used to like, admits to himself that she liked and still likes the girl.
He's just too late.
And waiting will not do good either. So he must just sit back, relax, and enjoy his show of the past as it hunts him every 2:30 in the morning every single day.
I might be exaggerating. I'm just saying, some love may be right but it's never happening cause it's always found at the wrong time.
I'm Nica. Age 20. A Fine Arts student, Photographer, Company Artist and a full time blogger. I'm pretty sure you know what I blog about (for the avid readers. ofcourse!).
I blog about absolutely anything I could think of and dears, sorry in advanced. Most of them are non-sense. I have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers. I procrastinate a lot. And I love like a hopeless romantic.
