She enchanted his name in her prayers and sighs. This is how a philophobiac was compelled to say the words she feared the most.
My tears told her how much I’d miss her and hers told me how bad it hurt her that I was going to die of cancer.
Loving your partner more than yourself is the perfect formula for a successful relationship. In reality, how many actually do so?
“In the game of I Love you more, she finally quit. And I believe, She won.
And then I had these dreams of mine. I grew up and they died. I killed my tomorrow, I now live with sorrow.
“What’s your idea of a perfect date?” she enquired. “Rains, pizza,, ice-cream, YOU.”
She wore blue. He wore blue. She changed to black. So he did. The moon blushed… The sea was terrific “flirt”
Everytime she shut all her doors. Yet, he managed to sneak in through the open window.
“I live these moments you know. Sitting just by window side, watching it rain…”
“……i’d like to see who that lucky girl is!” she tells me over Messenger. “Switch on your front camera…”
