I am happy that we did that because I was unable to love and commit to anybody for 3 years.
Now that I am able to love again, I'm stuck with 3 choices.
Maybe Love isn't suppose to happen like that.
Maybe it's fated.
Maybe it's our own will that propels us to love.
Anyway, lecturer Janice made us picked numbers to be grouped for a pair project.
I chose my ex's birthday number: 17
And I got my worst nightmare classmate again.
Irony can be cruel at times.
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