I was at loss of words when you sat across from me and took a scissor. I stared at you blankly, admiring the smile on your face as you took a rose from the bouquet and removed the thorns.
you asked if you were doing it right, and I nodding even though you were completely wrong and you were removing the leaves too.
I finally managed to tell you that you were wrong and the pout you gave melted my heart. you make me feel weak.
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painkiller; sandeul
Poetry"You're like my painkiller- one smile from you somehow manages to kill all the pain" 》short chapters ∆∆•∆::
