From Our Readers: To the Guy Who Chose Me

Just like cliché storylines, we started as friends. But I always knew we were different. The probability of us being close is nearly zero but you were there. You were the first one to approach me and lend your hand when I needed someone to hold onto.

I was just an ordinary, typical girl—one who believes in petty romantic movies, one who believes she has her own fairy tale together with her prince in a shining, shimmery armor. But due to my pursuit for true love, I was fooled by guys who only wanted shallow things from me. Guys who only cared for temporary things like beauty, wealth, and intelligence. It was late when it occurred to me that out of those guys, no one really loved me for who I am.

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