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His face is fresh, and glowing like a droplet of one
particular rain-water, that have landed quite un-even on a
single petal of a deep-purple long-stemmed hybrid very expensive of a rose. I am that rose…he is my droplet. He had known, the first time he laid eyes on me…so he professed way, before I was even aware of his existence. I never knew what hit me. My whole world became soo lively, soo easy, soo complicated, soo emotional, soo sleepy, soo loving, soo much of good feelings. We are soo in love with each others to care not; knowing what boundaries, or if there is such things even existed. With this kind of love that we have for one another, it is scary. It is the kind of love I never knew existed, until him. Fresh as ice cubes, what he is to my empty glass of existence. I was here, I was there, I was everywhere,but been nowhere, until he came along.” You are mine” we claimed each other to no end, and ending…. is nowhere near to be found, anytime soon.

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