Loved the Thunder
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Last published Fri, Aug 20, 2021
Ever since we were young, we've been contented with each other's company.
He's my savior, my listener, my buddy and my EVERYTHING.
Funny isn't it.
I've been he's little"sister" but I don't want that. I want something else.
But can I take risk?
Should I take the risk even though it will wreck me?
Is that worth it?
Is he worht it?
Could he possibly accept my feeling Not as his "younger sister" but as "me"?
Does childhood sweethearts can be a true love?
They say, loving someone secretly is hurtful than being rejected?.
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