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Friday.
I watched you sleep, stroked your hair, traced your face, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like a baby curled up with his pillows. It never fails to touch my heart for some reason I can't explain. (':
Though we barely did anything, I just thought that it was a bless to be spending my time being around you. It's not like I get to see you that often at such close proximity.
I cant deny I wish I could have more so I could end my week with you sending me home, like a full stop to my week, but I cant have you all to myself can I? Well, you deserve your weekends(: <3
I tell myself to stop, but my heart kept on missing. why?
I watched you sleep, stroked your hair, traced your face, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. Like a baby curled up with his pillows. It never fails to touch my heart for some reason I can't explain. (':
Though we barely did anything, I just thought that it was a bless to be spending my time being around you. It's not like I get to see you that often at such close proximity.
I cant deny I wish I could have more so I could end my week with you sending me home, like a full stop to my week, but I cant have you all to myself can I? Well, you deserve your weekends(: <3
I tell myself to stop, but my heart kept on missing. why?