Tejimoon
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare.
As any she belied with false compare.
(William Shakespeare. Sonnet 130)
- Tell me what's eating you,- the voice makes me forget about everything, but did I fall in love with him or it's just the feeling of comfort when he is by my side.
- What are you thinking of?,- chirped another man that tries to make me laugh when I am out of mood.
The choice is difficult but I must make it for better or I'll lose both of them
Enjoy!