turning him around

I've been labeled by my friends as the local brown version of snow white since i'm the one with the shortest crowning glory. All of us are princesses with our very own princes (imaginary.. all of us are single actually.) and my prince is charming.

Prince charming- the one who will save me from being buried in a glass coffin made my elves.

Of course, snow white died out of a bitten piece of a red, juicy apple from her stepmom disguised as an ugly old woman. My case is kind of different. I've been poisoned by my very own prince charming. The person who is supposed to smother me with love is the very reason why I'm rotting in awe.

Who in the world could fantasize a man named CHARMING? This actually is the very reason why the call me snow white- my crushes are all GAY.

Yes, my prince charming has eyes for his own prince. And what hurts more is that he's secretly telling me his love-love and platonic fantasies of his "theory" when I'm actually dreaming of my days with him.

he knows i like him. I've told him a couple of times and he laughed at the absurdity of my feelings. he said it was impossible. What a dope! he doesn't even understand to begin with.

I don 't know how long i'll have to put up with his ridiculous attitude. i don't know when I'll surrender to change his perverted mind. i don't know when I'll get over something too normal in me. (waH! na OC ako!) but i like him. so even if he keeps on avoiding this topic, one day, I'll make him regret saying that my feelings are crap.