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Guest posted 1 month ago #41

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #69

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #71

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #72

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #73

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #74

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #75

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #76

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #77

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #78

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #79

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #80

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #81

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #83

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #85

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #87

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #89

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #91

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #93

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #95

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #97

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #99

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #101

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #107

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #109

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #127

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #132

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #134

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #136

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #137

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #138

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #139

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #140

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #142

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #144

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #146

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #148

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #150

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #151

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #153

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #155

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #156

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #157

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #158

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #159

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #160

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #161

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #162

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #163

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #164

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #165

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #166

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #168

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #171

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #186

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #193

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #194

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #197

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #198

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #199

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #200

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #201

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #202

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #203

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #204

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #207

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #208

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #209

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #212

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #213

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #214

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #217

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #218

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #219

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #222

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #223

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #224

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #227

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #228

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #229

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #236

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #237

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #238

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #241

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #242

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #243

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #246

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #247

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #249

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #251

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #253

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #255

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #256

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #260

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #274

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #280

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #281

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #283

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #284

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #287

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #289

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #291

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #292

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #294

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #296

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #298

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #299

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #300

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #301

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #302

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #304

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #307

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #308

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #310

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #317

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #318

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #319

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #320

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #321

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #323

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #327

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #331

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #347

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #351

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #358

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #360

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #363

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #364

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #365

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #369

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #370

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #372

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #374

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #375

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #378

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #380

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #382

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #384

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #385

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #387

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #389

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #390

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #391

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #394

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #396

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #397

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #398

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #399

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #400

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #401

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #402

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #403

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #404

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #405

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #406

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #407

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #408

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #412

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #414

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #415

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #416

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #430

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #443

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #447

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #449

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #452

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #453

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #455

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #457

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #463

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #465

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #467

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #469

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #471

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #477

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #490

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #491

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #492

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #494

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #497

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #499

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #500

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #501

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #503

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #506

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #507

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #508

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #510

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #511

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #512

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #514

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #519

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #520

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #521

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #523

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #526

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #530

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #532

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #534

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #535

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #536

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #538

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #540

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #541

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #542

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #543

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #545

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #546

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #547

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #548

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #549

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #550

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #552

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #554

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #555

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #557

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #562

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #579

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #581

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #583

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #585

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #586

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #590

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #591

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #592

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #593

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #594

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #595

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #597

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #598

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #601

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #605

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #609

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #610

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #611

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #612

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #613

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #615

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #616

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #639

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #641

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #643

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #644

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #645

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #646

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #650

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #651

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #654

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #655

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #656

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #657

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #658

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #662

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #664

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #666

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #667

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #668

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #669

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #670

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #675

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #677

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #679

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #681

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #682

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #683

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #684

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #685

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #686

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #687

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #688

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #689

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #690

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #691

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #692

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #693

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #694

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #695

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #696

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #697

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #698

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #699

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #700

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #701

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #703

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #704

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #705

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #706

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #707

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #709

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #710

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #712

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #714

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #715

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #716

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #717

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #719

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #720

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #721

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #722

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #730

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #732

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #734

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #736

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #738

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #746

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #748

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #760

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #768

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #771

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #777

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #781

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #783

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #785

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #787

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #793

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #794

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #796

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #797

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #800

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #803

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #804

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #806

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #808

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #810

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #815

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #817

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #818

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #820

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #822

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #823

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #825

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #827

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #830

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #833

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #835

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #837

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #838

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #840

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #841

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #843

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #845

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #847

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #850

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #851

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #854

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #855

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #858

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #863

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #868

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #870

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #872

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #874

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #875

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #877

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #880

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #885

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #890

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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Guest posted 1 month ago #891

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #895

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #900

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #901

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #902

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #906

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #908

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #911

It was a warm September Sunday evening; the sky was clear, I was just heading back home with my friends; when I could not stop thinking about you, because I had recently heard some stores about you, and I was curious to know, and eager to finally see you again after two long years.

And there it was your gentle knock at the door; I was sitting on the couch when my friends let you in. And those perfect curls, your black and white flower patterned sleeveless top you were wearing, the wine rose you were holding in those soft hands inside its own bag; it was as if yesterday when you entered and time stood still, gravity was pulling me downwards, the space between us seemed so near, your eyes were looking right at mine, we locked them knowingly that their lock is guarded safely within us. I remember how I could not take my eyes off of you, how captivated I was with your conversation with my friends, how you were giving me glances from time to time, making sure I was listening to your conversation too. Oh trust me I was listening to every single word, while you were sipping on your wine, and with each sip, you simply could not remove your eyes from mine. Every time I remember that day, it gives me goosebumps and the chills. I kept on wondering back then if you knew it was I texting you all along, it was I who could not wait to see you walk through that door. I had been longing for you for a lot of time. You’re here right in front me, and they are asking me to write about my favorite memory. How could I choose one memory from you? How could I decide which moment was our favorite? Every day with you is a new favorite memory, every second with you is a new adventure. I still remember how I accidently made you cry the first time I saw you, and how shy you were, yet I held you so close to my heart, and I promised you I would never make you cry ever again.

You are every person’s favorite memory, favorite myth, favorite legend, favorite queen, favorite Goddess. I haven’t seen a smile so innocent, a skin so soft, eyes that glitter and change colors depending on your mood and clothes. I cannot forget how you made my heart dance, and I am lousy dancer. You made it skip many beats, and hop to places I never knew they existed. You took me to places that I never knew I was able to explore. The blood that flows in my veins has your name written now all over the blood flow. The memory of your kiss, the cold hearted caring heart, which guards my heart deep down and protects it at any cost, the squashy cheeks of yours, the soft touch of your fingers; how can I choose one, while everything about you makes me feel so alive!

You are my ideal morning and my preferred goodnight. You are my read in between the lines book, and my words to my stories. You are everything good in a world where everything is bad.

Write my favorite memory about you they said, no book will ever be enough.

LS

 
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Guest posted 1 month ago #913

Single parents are becoming more rampant in every society; do you believe single parenthood is the best way to raise a child?

Personally I believe it is more beneficial for a child to be raised by both parents biologically or not a child should grow up having a father and mother figure in his or her life.

Drop your opinion and lets relate.

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