SHE was a risk I am willing to take but too afraid to mess up.
I love her.
You can ask me to write a book on how much I love her but still that's not enough to tell all the feelings I have for her.
I love her that much.
No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
I don't just fall for her. I fell for her really hard.
That's why She's perfect.
I love everything about her.
Sounds funny but I love her flaws.
I love the way she looks,
the way she talks,
the way he smells every hour of the day.
I love how loud she is.
I love that tiny mole at the side of her neck.
I love her childish acts.
I love her facial expressions.
I love her the most when she does silly things when she thought that no one notices her.
I can listen to her voice all day long, as if it is my favorite music.
Everything about her seems to perfect.
Everything about her makes sense.
I love her that much.
SHE is my favorite part of everyday.
She's my everything ...
And who am I?
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I'm her friend.
They say that Love is like Gambling,
It has two options;
it's either you risk it all ;
and will Win or lose, OR
risk nothing at all,
but lose the battle without any chance of winning.
And I'm choosing the second option.
I'd rather risk nothing and lose without even fighting than to lose you, because if I ever do, I'd lose my life.
Call me a coward, or an idiot. But can you blame me?
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I love you that much.
I love her so much that it scares the hell out of me.
She's all I ever need.
It svcks big time when you have someone in your heart but you just can't have them in your arms.
Why?
Because I'm her friend.
A friend who is head over heels in love with her.
They say that it's too hard to let go, but for me,
It's much harder to stay.
But I still choose to be with her...
And endure all the pain, than to live in a world without her.
Because im her friend.
It's hard being "just friends" with someone you love.
Yeah, I'm not invisible to her but he sees me not the way I see her.
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He sees me as a friend.
Yet, she's my world. My everything.
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How long could I be "just friends" with someone who means the world to me?
