For him.
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'Her eyes were like two drops of coffee in a cloud of milk' he sighed.
'Really?' I giggled.
'What' "really"?' He asked.
'I didn't know you could be so romantic! That's so sweet!' I didn't know I was smiling but found I was when my jaw started hurting.
He smirked, 'I'm never really very romantic but I can be if I want to...'
I looked solemnly out the window. If only he knew I had eyes only for him. I remembered our late night conversations like they were happening in the present,every last detail.
The tree was so beautiful. It was Autumn and the leaves were golden,yellow,orange,red AND even purple! It was my favourite season. Azhan Ali I honestly love you.
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