Weird article about Ireland by young Filippino girl who has never been

My relative worked in Dublin but died of frostbite when her landlady cut off her electricity bill. Still, the mystique of Ireland captivated me, much in the same way as Rupert’s hair that flowed in soft auburn curls.

Like the Emerald Isle, he was isolated and quiet. I met him around August 2013. I was turning fourteen, and he, 22.

I did not know about his age too soon. But when I did, it was too late; I fell for him. When, where, how, I don’t know. But I guess I know why. We would speak for hours and he’ll never look bored. His eyes sparkled; I saw that even though he would shyly look away. I’ve never felt like this before. So I prayed ‘Please, no’.