Time is never the same when I wait for you. An hour feels longer than it is and a second feels like minutes to me.
Your scent, your image, your warmth is etched in my memory that i can never forget about it.
I'm a mess when I see you. I wonder if you can read my mind, because if you can, you will know that I'm speechless yet also has a lot of things to say.
Your greetings just never stop knocking on my heart. I feel stifled whenever I'm with you. And you know what your presence do to me.
I'm tough and guarded to all yet when it comes to you, i become weak and vulnerable. You are my weakness.
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Confession
Random8 short pages of confessing love to someone dear. which is your love story? Note: what do you think is the meaning of 8 in the numerology of love?
