Designated Places
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Have you ever fall inlove with your seatmate? What do you feel whenever you are beside him? Does your heart wanted to escape its ribcage everytime he did something to make you smile? Do you feel something weird going on your body whenever he's arround? Do you think a lot of him then just get confuse? Like whenever you are with him you just feel comfortable? Yeah same.
I once fall inlove with my seatmate. Everyday, whenever Im on his side I feel safe, I feel happy, I feel things I've never felt on my life. When He's on my side I cant stop looking at his eyes, knowing that every second I fall for him. At first we were only assigned to be seatmate and now We were Destined to each other, And to be at each other's side forever was our Designated Place.
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