Now the thing with true love, that bond between HiM* and her, takes time to grow and nurture. There's something that holds them together, a spark, a flame, an eternal bond.
Exactly one month ago, I wrote the "Happy Birthday" poem feeling more agony than I was feeling happiness. Having such a unique person in your life that you arent able to call your own. You see I'm in love with my bestfriend, and I dont think he understands that. You know those moments that take your breath away? Well around him I have to gasp for air, because everything about love is breath-taking.
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