We've been doing this staring game for two months now and God knows why I caught myself staring at you countless times a day.
I always end up slapping my face everytime I'm doing it. Gosh, why?!
I hate it! It bothers me.
"Am I crushing on you?" I whispered.
But your stares may mean nothing because you're still into her. You keep sending her chocolates even if it ends in somebody else's stomach everyday.
Poor you. Poor me.
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Over Again
RomanceWould you believe that a "stare" could make someone fall in love? Asha met someone from her new work as an editor in a famous magazine. Someone whom she has grown to like and love out of her curiousities when his eyes landed on hers one day. Stari...
