I
love his big smile.
I
love the way his eyes looked into mine.
I
love the way he smells and sat by my side all the time.
I
love being with him the most.
Even
when he talks about some girl whom he falls for, I’ll still be there to listen.
Even
when it aches me to see her happy, but it smoothens me to see him happy.
Even
when he doesn’t know my feelings, I’ll still be there giving advises.
Even
when he talks about her, I’ll be listening to his voice.
Doesn’t
matter what others said, I’d still love him.
Doesn’t
matter if he loves her, he’ll still be my favorite.
Doesn’t
matter whether he thinks of me, I’ll still do.
Doesn’t
matter how long he left me for her, I’ll still wait.
She’s
lucky to be with him.
She’s
all he ever thinks about.
She’s
the reason I feel more distance with him.
She’s
someone I wished to be.
Together
sharing stories.
Together
laughing at jokes.
Together
walking around holding hands.
Together
as if the red thread is tied a dead nod.
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