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He is sweet as honey;
He is calm as ocean;
He is cute like a little boy;
He is full of life like a new flower which brings smile to our face.

He is shy and reserved,
But he is wild with the people he loves.
He doesn't make much friends,
But is close to a few people maintaining a thick relationship.

We were never friends,
But don't know how couldn't stay without talking,
Being at the same classes, mocking around with people,
Told to sit far away; but still the same old people.

We left the classes but still met everyday;
A part of daily routine it was,
Both of us don't know why,
I guess we started getting attracted towards each other.

Half hour meetings,
Were like full of fun,
But those half hour time,
Was somewhere too less for us.

These things stopped,
But we didn't stop each other.
Talking all day long,
With sweet goodnight texts.

Good night wishes turned to goodnight kisses,
Sweet dreams were always with him,
Daydreaming about my bæ was best,
And all the chats ended with an I love you text.

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