(In a parallel universe where Philippines wasn't a "hard" mode country)
"I like you! Please go out with me!" I frantically said.
"I'm sorry but I don't like you." He replied monotonously.
Damn. That's my seventeenth confession that this turd rejected.
"Okay then. But please do accept this handmade chocolate please!" I persistently requested.
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"I don't like chocolates."
Most of you would probably give up at this point, I mean, as you can see, it's my seventeenth time that I confessed and got rejected, but not this girl *winks then points at myself* Inyong lingkod, Alyssa Denise Guevarra nga po pala. Sa darating na eleksyon emz.
"For fuck's sake, just take it!" I shove it into his hard chest then ran from embarrassment.
