As the days went by, Ezekiel became even more mysterious to me. Each time he mocked on me as I watched him adjust the load of sugarcane I got even more fall for him.

I will not give up until I get an Ezekiel Montenegro.

Even as a child, I knew that my feelings for him would never be fade. My friend scolded me because Ezekiel were so old me. Who cares right?

"Is that for him again?" Cindy's voice was sharp as she looked at the collage pictures I was making of Ezekiel. I will laminate it later and give it to him. I don’t know when he will...