I just went out with my girlfriends and watched a chick flick. It was a great movie --- the type that you’ll watch again when you feel depressed and hopeless WITH love. We had lunch and started the usual girl talk. Over ice cream, they started to talk about their “story”. How she met him and how he met her, how it just happened and how they fell in love and all that… Then it was my turn to tell the story. I’m not the typical person who opens up my story. If you know me at all, you’d know that I’d rather not talk about my last relationship. So there we were, them waiting for a story and me trying to find a way to dodge off telling it…

          In all these, I know that I’ll have my story one day. A perfect story like no other. How we met, how we were just friends and how it just led to a love that’s so unexplainable… The type where we just have to live with each other and wake up next to each other every morning for the rest of our lives. But right now, it’s a story that’s waiting to happen. I know I’ll have that chance. But not just yet…