One, two, three,
She start to count them silently.
Four.. six.. eight..
They pass by her cluelessly
They never know what's in her mind
That she's trying to play with chance
And plan a date with the lucky one.
Ten........ fifteen........ twenty........
She laugh her heart out nervously.
Thirty.............forty..............fifty............
She grimaces when some were ugly
Not that she is a perfect girl
But can't a dying heart wish gallantly
And hope for a prince in some fairy book?
Now she's in the count of ninety
She's holding it quite breathlessly
What if's are flooding in her head
Praying that the last won't be that bad
And make her regret the choice she had.
Then there goes the 100th guy
Wearing a jacket in complete disguise
The one she never thought will be
That first and last man she'll ever love.
*****
A/N
Inspired by @FelipeNas story entitled ' The 100th Guy Who Pass by Her'
If you have read it already, then good. If not, what are you waiting for, go and read it. hehe
Warning though, it's really heartbreaking.
Click the external link at the right to read the story. Unfortunately, it's written in Tagalog, so if you can't understand, sorry. Let's hope the writer will upload an english version of it soon.
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