I never thought that life inspite my appearance was fun.
Until I met him.
He who taught me to accept myself.
He who made my insecurities into pride.
He who accepted my every flaw.
He who found my weight, my very charm.
Or so I thought......
How can the person who made me whole became the same person who broke me into smaller pieces than before?
How can I compete to someone who isn't even there?
How can I love a guy who spent his whole life loving just one girl?
How can I ever win over someone who even myself looked up to?
I, Khaleesy Charm Villarte, a 60- weighted- 18 -year- old girl can never even dream of having the only guy I felt selfish about. I thought just this once. I want to be selfish. Even just once. Yet fate really grabs every little piece I want. Maybe because I deserve only what is needed and not what I wanted.