Mom : Eh how's the girl you told me about that time?
Me : She's good I guess, why?
Mom : Go tell her lah how you really feel about her.
Me : I did. I don't know how to tell her again.
Because the feeling never really left.
Mom : Be patient, if she's the one, she will be the one.
If she's not, pray to Allah that you'll get someone like her.
This convo just made me feel so sad.
Help me oh ya Allah.
.jpg)
