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When i saw you , i was afraid to meet you.
When i meet you , i was afraid to love you.
When i love you , i was afriad to lose you.
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Love
Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:1.They will always smell good even if its just shampoo2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder3. How cute they look when they sleep4. The ease in which they fit into our arms5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world6. How cute they are when they eat7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while8.Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside 9. The way they look good no matter what they wear10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth11. How cute they are when they argue12.. The way her hand always finds yours 13.The way they smile 14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later.... 16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them17.The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you'18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly 21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt 22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)!23. The way they say 'I miss you' 24. The way you miss them25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt. Labels: Love
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