Only You, and Me
I wrote a book last two summer back then. It was all about our story. Not actually where and when it started but enough to make an introduction on how much I admire everything about you. Every line describes how I felt. It was deep as ocean, rushing back and forth like an ocean wave. Reading every word is like looking at the stars. It was old yet beautiful. It was as if I am staring right into your eyes. I was mesmerized with all the feelings I had. What a waste for I was not able to give you this masterpiece dedicated only for you—the person who made me look upon the sky every night. The person who made me wish through the stars.
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