She thought she was foolish to think of him. To wonder what he wondered. When she read and reread everything and flashedback on what happened. She thought she was the only one. The only one that loved.
He would spend every moment thinking about her as he stared blankly. What she was thinking or doing. When he showered to when he slept she roamed through his sentimental thoughts. And he felt foolish.
ESTÁ A LER
Infinity
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