Is this he, who's endeavouring to be cute round-the-clock or is it me making him prodigy from dusk till dawn.
I ain't someone who used to extoll somebody unless there's an infatuation but this prejudiced nexus has the vigor to let me down into him and bank me on , this is making me to have an aerial talk suo moto.
With connivance, I stealthily poring over his smile. Damn! That smile tho!
His eyes gets dinky with every inch of his smile.
He hates me, i know, but what's up here!
Whatever is up here, making me seem as a paranoid.
Hope this paranoia soon able to feel cessation, cessation of my irrational amour!