Why I Loved the Bad Boy

Why I Loved the Bad Boy

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I loved him…

…and I think it's my most

beautiful mistake.

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While showering in the rain of nostalgia, 60 year old Maurice lived in her own house by the sea. Every day, she watches the sun, and watches the moon by night. But mostly, her days consist of reminscing, writing all her sentiments down her memoir. Remembering the past she had to let go – had to walk away from. As if the tears she had once released aren't enough, she continues to cry.

The physical thing that she'd always held onto was the diary she had forty-four years ago.

Naglalaman ito ng mga alaala niyang hindi niya kayang malimutan. Ang mga bituin na nakita nila nang magkasama. Ang sayawan at nagniningningang ilaw. Ang dagat. Ang mga ngiti at luha. Ang musika.

Siya.

Si Sean.

Si Sean ang kanyang unang pag-ibig. Her music. The quiet rock star that had done so much noise in her life. As cliched as it may sound, she, who was the nerd, managed to tame the bad boy in a way she did not expect. And it was perfect – everything was. Everything was flowing smoothly on the river of their lives.

Fate is as beautiful as much as it's wicked. Minsan, may mga pagkakataong kaya sa ating ipagtanto na isa lamang tayong tao na walang laban sa hampas ng tadhana.

Maurice realized that what they had was flawed and too beautiful, that it will never be theirs to hold.