"mahal ku na ata xa..d nmn cguro.."

My heart skipped a beat. As much as I do not want to drive myself to another conclusively embarrassing and stupid predicament, I cannot avoid it. I do smell something fishy. As a loyal and trusting friend, I will eventually shrugging off this statement the moment I am to stand up from this ancient seat in front of the computer, but as a normal teenager, I couldn't help but doubt it. And since I care about her, I'll shut up and decide that it would be better if I wouldn't make the same mistake that I did last year.

My trust will be put to the test.