I was promissed 50.
He gave me 100...
Can a feeling like this be wrong and can this smile be fake?
Dont think so.
The cheeky smile just before a kiss on the cheek...or the hands on my neck while I am talking.
The nodding while I am telling a story, eyes that look like they really do listen.
I like this, this thing right now.
And when I like...I keep.
Good night sweet readers and have a me-ful of dreams
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I just want you to know.
That you make me feel special.
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