He was a star, older, beautiful, he had brightness of sun, calmness of snow nothing in nature can bet his beauty. He was admired by many, behind him were line of lovers just like me. He was the madness of love, goodness of joy. And i, was quiet opposite i was just a lover among others. For him i wasn't born, for me he was the reward of my existence. For him i was just a ordinary girl but for me, i praised him like my god, he was my religion. And when our eyes met in the middle of crowd you unseen me while I kissed you with my eyes.
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From my beloved, to my beloved
RandomIt's not a story nor it is a poem, it's just random unspoken beautiful feelings captured in those tiny chapters
