Reasonable Doubt

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Is it choice or chance that determines our destiny? 

Someone once said that it’s choice, not chance. My head made the choice to allow myself to fall in love with JM, and my heart was anxiously waiting for the chance that he might fall too…

Did I rushed my destiny, or was it doomed to stink?

Every morning i woke up with him on my mind, and prepared myself to go to college with the only hope of seeing him in class.

With his disheveled hair and wearing the first thing he saw on the closet, JM made me fell a bit more every day. Funny thing was, we had never spoken (maybe “good morning”, i can’t even remember), and we weren’t even friends. I was that weird girl that fell for that guy who had no clue of her existence…

To be continued…