Always, the opposite gender seems exactly resembling an iced hot cocoa.
Often that we give the judgment towards him, or her, we've have wrong impressions.
The initial stage looks beautiful. It is because you tend not to have flipped the seal of ice toppings.
Of course it tickles your appetite, running down your nerve, it's the so called 'feel' one feels.
For this holy second, thanks to cupids, you feel super-delightful assaulting whole of you.
Rejoicing the plenty of time till some of the ice slowly melt.
Part of what is called mundane reality gradually reveal themselves to your eyes.
You may look astonished in utter bewilderment, or you might as well feel relieved, for it suits what you have been guessing all through since the start of it; or, most probably, your guilt is relieved, because you are as mundane as everybody, as human as everyone else does. You no longer love the contrary anymore, and to your relief, it is just exactly the Tweedledee for the another rotting half.
Now you finished the drink you've been looking for. Just a shallow oasis you'd met.
Merely, you enjoy the contents, but, bear in mind, it is no way in god's name you'd really fascinate the aftermath, leaving only worries, anxiety.
Girl, he loves you for you supply him real love where other girls would not even when paid for.
Boy, she loves you for you pose a shelter to her, and it is ... temporary.
Wake up.
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