Love is Not As Blind As It---If You Know

W&C

I'm drowning so deep in him.

I love him very much actually.

I can't own him.

I miss him.

I wish I could round my hands to hug him tightly.

I love to see his smiling face, because it's rarely happening.

I wish he would be able anytime I need him.

I wish there even no girl could make him intrigued.

I wish the time could change his way.

I adore him.

I don't like his ego.

I don't like if he got me angry.

I don't like his infantile.

I don't like his bad temper.

I want to slap him and impress him that I'm here to wake him up.

I love his big-bear-hug.

I admit his cleverness.

I lift my eyebrow to make him aggravated.

It's fine to hear your fuss.

But it's exaggerated to praise him this much.

Enough!

I love you.

You know it well.

That's all.

Let me bite you !