Someone I Love But Would Never Confess..

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Dear someone who makes me feel happier and comfortable ❣️

Your smile charms my day, and your anger irritates me too sometimes but then it's OK until and unless it about you,I am completely ok with it. You just another EXAMPLE of PERFECT to me. You really are my perfection to this cursed planet and you know what?? Yes, I do LOVE YOU, yes I really do it a lot. But also that I would never confess it to you,I believe strong attachment breaks the bond and two people have to separate apart at the END, So let's be the way we are..Your smile is the CUTEST.. HAHAH I know you rarely smile but when every time you do, my heart skips a beat, you take my heart away every single time you smile and with it every time I fall a little more for you..But with all that there is your anger too about which all my friends question me? But I answer them all with a SMILE saying, he is a happy angry young man, who is just a little kid from inside.. I have seen and experienced that. Young man's anger is just like that of a kid. Ha, Ok I admit that I myself get scared too at times and find you rude for behaving that way at that particular time but when you shout and get angry you never make an eye contact with a person you care.. I have seen and experienced that care in your eyes. You are the Cutest, Maybe I don't know for the rest 7 billion people you are what so ever but for to Me you are BEAST, My BEAST, The person I really care from the inner core of my heart ♥
Your Unnamed LOVER
or maybe undefined person of your life
-someone who really loves being with you❣️

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