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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 10/09/2012
My Sassy Girl
Born 1989, F, from Bayog, Philippines![My Sassy Girl](/storage/story/1349923288my sassy girl-image(368x285-crop).jpg)
I loved you when I first met you. When we had that first encounter in the bus and you got mad at me because I ruined your suit with coffee. I loved you when I met you for the second time in the hallway at school. I smiled at you and you returned me a fake smile. The fakest smile I had ever seen.
I loved you for the third time I saw you. When I came to you for friendship and offered you my hand for a handshake and you left and gave me a snub instead. I loved you when you neglected my presence. It’s as if I never existed when in fact I was at every place where you were at.
I love you and your incomparable ways of ruining my days. When you called me an asshole, a son of a bitch and even a bastard. I love you when you screamed and yelled at me. Just your friendly ways of talking to me, you said.
I love you when you caught me spying on you. You got so mad that you broke my new car’s window with a sledgehammer. And you left without even apologizing.
I love you when you let me chase you one time and before I could catch you, you made it to the inside of the train. As the door closed, you smiled at me seductively, waved me a hand and added an annoying blow of a kiss. You turned out to be the best temptress that time and you really pissed me off.
I love you and how your face turned red every time you saw me coming. I loved you when I called you over the phone for the first time. Recognizing my voice, you hung up on me. It was so earsplitting that I thought my eardrum got broken.
I love you with all your childish acts. When you played with your younger cousins in a haystack. I love you and your innocence that never failed to catch me by surprise. When you asked about, “Do stars get tired of twinkling?” and “Do memories age up?”
I love you when you were forced to date me. You ruined our date with nonsense talk. It was the best date I ever had. I love you when I took you home after our date and you asked me to do you a favor. And you said, “Don’t you ever show me your face again.”
I love you when I called you through your mobile. Knowing it’s me, you took your phone’s battery and threw it. Realizing such foolish act, you then looked for it. You didn’t even notice I was watching you then.
I love you and how you hated me. I was every man you never dreamed of. I love you and your ways of getting rid of me. I love you when you ignored me when not boasting, girls wanted me.
I love you when I finally made you fall in love with me. The woman whom I thought wore the heart of a stone. I love you when I saw your first drop of tears when you heard me say, “I love you.” You then hugged me and uttered the words, “Thank you.” It was not what I expected you to say. But then you reached for my ears and said, “I love you too.” You had no idea how happy I was then.
I love you when we finally started our lives as lovers. You’re kind of shy at first and feeling defensive when your friends teased you about me, when in fact you really don’t owe them an explanation.
I love you when I sat comfortably in my couch watching my favorite sports show. Just when my favorite guy in the team was about to give his best shot, you took the remote control and turned the TV off. Had you been another girl, I swore I had no idea what I could’ve done.
I love you when every time we dated and ate out, you always had your share of paying the bills. You never gave me the chance to pay the bills myself. Embarrassing on my part but talking to you about it would be a huge mistake. Losing the argument was a lot better than losing you, I thought.
I love you when you never seemed to get jealous every time other girls came flirting with me. It annoyed me because I felt like you loved me less and you just didn’t care. Sometimes I can’t help but ask myself, “Does this girl even know how to get jealous?”
I love you when you would drag me outside to play with you in the rain not minding the people watching. I love you when you kept watching your favorite movie many times that you almost memorized the dialogues.
Then I remembered loving you even better when I caused you pain for the first time. You caught me having an affair with another woman. You didn’t slap me in the face or hit me in the chest just like most of the girls would do. You stood by my bedroom’s door with clinched lips and cried painfully in the most silent way I had ever witnessed a woman cry. It tore me apart piece by piece.
I love you when I came to you for forgiveness. You didn’t slam the door in front of my face. You didn’t scream and yell at me. You let me explain. When feeling convinced, you hugged me and said, “I forgive you.” It was such time that I felt my tears rushing down from my eyes to my cheeks. You were the first woman I ever cried for and you were more than worthy for my tears.
It was a reality check on me that men do cry in two reasons. It’s either when they’re badly hurt or when they’re overwhelmed with too much happiness that crying is their only way of expressing it.
I love you when you kept saying “NO” to my many marriage proposals to you. I even loved you more when you finally became my wife and we had our first kiss on our wedding day.
I love you because I just loved, loved, loved you. I love you and I will spend “FOREVER” with you.
My Sassy Girl(Liezel Matias)
I loved you when I first met you. When we had that first encounter in the bus and you got mad at me because I ruined your suit with coffee. I loved you when I met you for the second time in the hallway at school. I smiled at you and you returned me a fake smile. The fakest smile I had ever seen.
I loved you for the third time I saw you. When I came to you for friendship and offered you my hand for a handshake and you left and gave me a snub instead. I loved you when you neglected my presence. It’s as if I never existed when in fact I was at every place where you were at.
I love you and your incomparable ways of ruining my days. When you called me an asshole, a son of a bitch and even a bastard. I love you when you screamed and yelled at me. Just your friendly ways of talking to me, you said.
I love you when you caught me spying on you. You got so mad that you broke my new car’s window with a sledgehammer. And you left without even apologizing.
I love you when you let me chase you one time and before I could catch you, you made it to the inside of the train. As the door closed, you smiled at me seductively, waved me a hand and added an annoying blow of a kiss. You turned out to be the best temptress that time and you really pissed me off.
I love you and how your face turned red every time you saw me coming. I loved you when I called you over the phone for the first time. Recognizing my voice, you hung up on me. It was so earsplitting that I thought my eardrum got broken.
I love you with all your childish acts. When you played with your younger cousins in a haystack. I love you and your innocence that never failed to catch me by surprise. When you asked about, “Do stars get tired of twinkling?” and “Do memories age up?”
I love you when you were forced to date me. You ruined our date with nonsense talk. It was the best date I ever had. I love you when I took you home after our date and you asked me to do you a favor. And you said, “Don’t you ever show me your face again.”
I love you when I called you through your mobile. Knowing it’s me, you took your phone’s battery and threw it. Realizing such foolish act, you then looked for it. You didn’t even notice I was watching you then.
I love you and how you hated me. I was every man you never dreamed of. I love you and your ways of getting rid of me. I love you when you ignored me when not boasting, girls wanted me.
I love you when I finally made you fall in love with me. The woman whom I thought wore the heart of a stone. I love you when I saw your first drop of tears when you heard me say, “I love you.” You then hugged me and uttered the words, “Thank you.” It was not what I expected you to say. But then you reached for my ears and said, “I love you too.” You had no idea how happy I was then.
I love you when we finally started our lives as lovers. You’re kind of shy at first and feeling defensive when your friends teased you about me, when in fact you really don’t owe them an explanation.
I love you when I sat comfortably in my couch watching my favorite sports show. Just when my favorite guy in the team was about to give his best shot, you took the remote control and turned the TV off. Had you been another girl, I swore I had no idea what I could’ve done.
I love you when every time we dated and ate out, you always had your share of paying the bills. You never gave me the chance to pay the bills myself. Embarrassing on my part but talking to you about it would be a huge mistake. Losing the argument was a lot better than losing you, I thought.
I love you when you never seemed to get jealous every time other girls came flirting with me. It annoyed me because I felt like you loved me less and you just didn’t care. Sometimes I can’t help but ask myself, “Does this girl even know how to get jealous?”
I love you when you would drag me outside to play with you in the rain not minding the people watching. I love you when you kept watching your favorite movie many times that you almost memorized the dialogues.
Then I remembered loving you even better when I caused you pain for the first time. You caught me having an affair with another woman. You didn’t slap me in the face or hit me in the chest just like most of the girls would do. You stood by my bedroom’s door with clinched lips and cried painfully in the most silent way I had ever witnessed a woman cry. It tore me apart piece by piece.
I love you when I came to you for forgiveness. You didn’t slam the door in front of my face. You didn’t scream and yell at me. You let me explain. When feeling convinced, you hugged me and said, “I forgive you.” It was such time that I felt my tears rushing down from my eyes to my cheeks. You were the first woman I ever cried for and you were more than worthy for my tears.
It was a reality check on me that men do cry in two reasons. It’s either when they’re badly hurt or when they’re overwhelmed with too much happiness that crying is their only way of expressing it.
I love you when you kept saying “NO” to my many marriage proposals to you. I even loved you more when you finally became my wife and we had our first kiss on our wedding day.
I love you because I just loved, loved, loved you. I love you and I will spend “FOREVER” with you.
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