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Unfaithfully, Yours.
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Umm, yes, where were we?
Oh, yes, you were talking about your new bag.
Oh, new bags.
Yes, it is interesting.
...
Those eyes.
Those smile.
They should not attract me.
Well, it is not attracting.
It's tempting me.
Ah, yes, dear.
Oh, okay.
Yes, you have to tell me more after you go to toilet.
"You're bored."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
You're like a mind reader, you know.
A cute mind reader.
"Is it obvious?"
"There is no guy could stand this kind of conversation."
"Unfortunately, she didn't aware of that."
"Oh, you must love her so much, you listen her patiently."
No, i'm not listening to her.
I'm mesmerized by you.
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How do you define love?
Is it a feeling that grows over time?
Or a butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling at the first sight?
Is it only for a special person?
Or you can love two people at the same time?
I don't know.
What i know now is,
i love you.
And her.
Whenever i see her smile, i'm happy.
As happy as when i hear your laughter.
Whenever i hold her hand, i'm happy.
As happy as when i hold your hand behind her.
Are we wrong for being happy?
Do we always have to be right to be happy?
Do we choose whom we get to love?
Isn't love is a grace, something we don't deserve to have but we receive it anyway?
She may be holding my hand but you are holding my heart.
Writer's note:
This post is inspired by a song made by a talented guy named Gregory Sukamto and sang beautifully by Chassya Andryska. Listen here.
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