BITTEN BY THE BUG
(Oh boy, here comes an another self-expressive story about love, I really need to stop doing this) No, this writing will not be about me being bitten by a mosquito or any sort like it. Apparently, it’s an expression of saying that you’ve fallen in love. I can’t say that I’m a stranger to that sort of feeling and I’m more than sure it happens once in a while for everyone. Well I’m not sure about when this started occurring but one thing for sure is that I’ve locked these feelings away for a very long time. Maybe it’s been a while since I’ve done anything or met anyone who has made me feel this way. Curious, I was rather surprised how anybody could’ve acted in a way that sparked this feeling within me as I know too well about the feeling of being hurt and left behind and not wanting to experience the same again. It started when I was entering into one of my classes, a familiar face was pleasantly watching for a far as I took my seat. I’ve known this person ever since I s