You Make Me
11 August, 2009
Author: Helen Lewis
What is love is love something that draws you to another person because of the looks or personality, or is it the way they do things, the way the talk the way they walk. Love is something you find deep in your heart you don’t go and find it, it finds you. Most of the time it is unexpected and you find yourself ignoring the signs and this is what I did until I realized I love you. |
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Same old Romeo and juliet story |
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