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"why do you like him?" my bestfriend asked.
I inhaled twice at the hang of that question;
twitched my head in confusion,
immediately responded without hesitation.
"what do you mean?" I replied.
"I mean, what's so good about him?"
just when my mouth was ready to babble all of his eminence,
she ceased me into silence.
"no, no, I mean, one thing unique about him," as she was already bored at me praising him day and night.
she's going to loathe my answer,
but even though after all of this love letters—
and many reasons why I see him as an everlasting glow—
I would still say I don't know.
"I don't know, there's nothing unique," I sighed after a long thinking,
"he likes football, playing games, dark colours. he's just like any other boys," I continued with a shrug.
"no way, there must be something about him— or something that he did—that makes an icy girl like you... melted," she sipped her coffee in disbelief.
he did nothing to me,
yet I fell in love so hardly
and it's not because his eyes looked shimmering gold,
but the way his eyes sees this world
his lips may not be perfectly shaped,
but I was more dazzled by the words he uttered
in essence, he has a captivating charm that no one had.
"I'm falling for his soul—" I said to her as I looked away, "His soul has bewitched mine, that I don't even care how... and why." I closed my sentence, smiled.
