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I watch him watching TV.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was so pretty. Not just pretty as good looking, pretty for smiling through his eyes, pretty for touching his hair every second, pretty for his giggles, pretty for everything.

Everytime i looked into his side eye, i got lost in them. They were so deep and addictive. Once you fall you keep on falling.

Everytime he smiled, my lips also streched along his

Everytime he would speak, i watched his lips and bite mine.

Whenever i thought of him, i got this weird sensation in my stomach and my heart raced.

What was it? Was it just attraction? Was it just like?

Then he turned towards me and looked into my eyes.

There it was. I knew it then.

It was love. It is love.

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