Yesterday, I was telling my friend that I think I really
like you and perhaps I even love you already. Suddenly, while listening to the
priest homily a while ago, there was a certain hint within me that I don’t like nor love you.
Maybe I’m just infatuated because you’re the perfect example of my ideal guy. So perhaps
I need more time to think and understand how I feel. After all I admit that
I am fickle minded… this only proves that I’m a true woman.
