So much so was my love for him, I adored every single inch of his skin, every single small talk we had, every tender touch we shared as if it were the jewel of California. Those dreamy brown eyes that laid still on mine, got my dopamine quivering high. My heart jumped every time he gave me that intimidating glance. You know, a small part of the person one adores starts to reside in one's mind, soul and body. And there's no denying that this isn't the best feeling. In a room full of world's wonders, I'd still stare at him.
Loving him was young, wild and free. I was smitten by his marvelous self, so much so that my heart glowed up in the flame of his love. Being in love never felt so alive. Odd, how someone can make you feel so idyllic. He made it feel unconditional and amorous. Loving him was sunshine, safe and sound, a steady place to make me feel so euphoric. So unenlightened was I to believe that love is indefinable, but now I've met him.
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Seasons of Youth
General FictionGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
