Prologue
When he smiles, I glow,
when he looks at me I know "It" shows,
when he touches...
when he kiss...
Nothing can beat that:)
He is my happiness it is not by accident. It is on purpose. Not by chance. But by choice.
Happiness is a study.
It is a practice.
It is an art and anybody who wants to can study the art of weaving their own happiness.
Last night we fighted.
My heart keeps on begging him to stay by my side.
But Im not that selfish little girl. I know his happiness so be it.
"hey, I will return"
"I know, just like McArthur says"
he smile. Oh that smile reminds me of everything about life. "uhmmm. I want you to keep up your work"
"I will"
"Promise?"
"oo na promise"
"te behave? and dont date anybody"
he laugh "the only girl that I date is you and my mom"
"Good. heey Mr.Black. When your on stage I want you to shine like white"
"i Love you"
"i love you too"
Then a white light came.
