The Princess' Wish (On Going)
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  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 1,293
  • Всего голосов 67
  • Части 9
Текущие, впервые опубликовано авг. 21, 2013
- I'm confused.
  I can't understand my self right now.
- Yes! I hate him...
  But that feeling of mine had changed when I begun to know the real him...


- I don't know what's in his presence.
  All that I know is it never fails to catch my attention...

- I don't know what's in his smile.
  All that I know is it makes my heart skips for a while...

- I don't know what's in his arms.
  All that I know is it makes me feel safe and secured at the same time...

- I don't know what's in this man.
  All that I know is that I want him to be a part of my life...


- I don't know if this is what they call love.
  Because if it is, then I think...

- Family Yoa's Only Princess is madly in love... :">
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