Life was great, it felt like reading a novel on a cold rainy day.
It felt like ice cream on a Sunday.
It felt like a walk on a beach with perfect warm weather.
It felt like flowers growing.
It was a beautiful feeling.
A feeling, that would make anyone's frown turn into a smile.
Great, pure happy vibes.
I loved life, because he was in it.
I felt like being in love with him, was not making me insane, or I did not feel him brainwashing me into loving him.
I was not a gold-digger either, because I grew up humble, I gave back to those who brought happiness into my life.
I wish I could give back to him, work hard and to buy him anything he wanted. But the only pure way to give back to him, was my love.
I didn't feel bad for not giving him anything, I wasn't lonely nor attention seeking.
I felt this pure love, for him. Because, if I couldn't feel it, I couldn't express it.
I loved this man...
I loved this man with the burning passion. I adores him....
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I Fell In Love With My Kidnapper.
RomanceJust a girl doing her normal thing, and takes out the trash, and gets kidnapped by her stalker, she never knew she had. In his gentle, comforting eyes, and his way of ways, she falls in love with every aspect of him. Will they continue this journey...
