Lost in...

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I have no words to describe my feelings for you. 

There's no one that will ever treat me the same way you do. I'm grateful to God for bringing someone like you to my life, someone with such love, care and respect.

Thinking of you is  same as breathing, it is a limitless manner that i can't stop ever since i met you. I've never fallen for anyone like this before, I'm trying to rise up but i can't find the ladder. 

I'm craving your presence but I'm challenged by distance and time. I'm begging for a chance to be part of your life maybe i could make some change.




If you are a singer, consider me as your number one fan cause really your voice is so sweet and it's driving me crazy. I could repeat your single voice note continuously all day long ... my love for you is too strong and unbreakable 



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