Like the sexiest thing alive,


I was glued to your every facial expression, your every action could make my heart thump even faster.
I did not ignore your presence. In fact, I enjoyed it very very much. But it was a year ago, when things were simple and nice. I like being funny with you. I like being there, beside you and watching you talk and talk on the phone. I like to talk to you, as though we've known for years.I like to play footsie with you. I like the way you pat my head and mess with my hair.
But yet I couldn't own you................................
I couldn't call you mine.
Because I couldn't. And there was no reason I should, right?



You made me complete :)

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