VANTE095
I really, really like you.
Maybe I might've even fell in love with you.
But, Love. Such a foreign word. What does it really mean when I comes for someone not from my blood and bones, instead, he's this Badboy every girl dreams of.
But he's not any Badboy they all say he is. Even what he says he is.
He is. Mystery.
He is. Danger.
He is. Fire.
And I want him to burn me to the core of my lifeless heart.
Because, I just want to feel something. In that loveless soul I am trapped in.
I knew nothing of love, did he?
Was it the sad eyes, the bad guys or the bed of white lies I feel for?