Rereading the poems I made 6 years
ago makes me smile. I can’t imagine how stupid I am for falling in love with JRT.
My first love or rather, my puppy love. It’s funny reminiscing the times when
my friends and I were still obsessed with the clique, “R18”, and its members
JRT, MIT, JEP, etc. We were Freshmen, young and innocent. They were Juniors,
good-looking and popular. We thought that what we felt back then was already Love.
Little did we know that our heartbreak with those guys is just a first of many tears
and heartaches.
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