It was his eyes that captures me.
It was his smile that corners me.
It was his moves, his accuracy, his voice, his looks, his fashion, his idea, his intelligence, his actions, his humane and his attitude. In short, his whole being.
His whole being that makes this 5 letter word organ beats randomly that sometimes or maybe most of the time, I could not contain.
He is. . . .
My unrequited lover.
This is a my story.
Based on a true story of the author.
DU LIEST GERADE
Not Your End Game
KurzgeschichtenJust when I thought I'm done with those stupid love song, a one hello revive my dying feelings. -Miss Trying Hard