Two Rings On My Necklace
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I don't know what happened, I don't know what's gotten into me. I just woke up one day that I want him.
With his every glance, every smile, every blink and every touch seemed to make my world stop.
Whatever he do, it makes me want him. Sometimes I thought I was crazy that I've grown stupid for him after all what I've gone through because I wasn't this covetous before I met him.
Some part of me say that it's love but what does love even mean?
After surfing though the internet, I found a lot of sayings and none of them answered my questions...
Love is journey,
Love is blind,
Love is fire,
Love is life,
Love is fart...
But then I can't help but to wonder...
...is love, greed?
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