I watch him a lot

It was rather beautiful. Like the way he speaks up, the way he utters words and trying to be more honest that he could be. That various facial expression every time we talk about something, esp, those faces that make me laugh and he don’t even aware about it. I searched him everywhere, I saved almost every detail that I get. Things that he doesn’t care about but gives me the idea of knowing him better.

He doesn’t know that every time I watch him, I paint a picture in my mind with all the feelings and with words so that when the time we see each other , when the time I can touch him, when the time I can no longer see the distance between us, the small things that he has done makes me wonder how he came into my life.

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