I Think It's Love - Latest Series Special for Steemit
I look at my phone furiously. Now, this phone is not a means of encouragement, entertainment or communication for me especially. This phone is bleak to me. I do not care about mobile phones and blinking LED lights. It's useless! If I see my phone, Message from you, Phone from you, or Skype from you I no longer get it. I feel really screwed.messages from you condemn, scold, yell and blame me. While I do not know what sin I have committed against you to produce this.
You started everything. You begin our introduction. An introduction that I forgot when it happened. And somehow it could happen. I had forgotten about it. What I know and I remember, you were so engrossed at the time.we laughed, joked and told something interesting. Important or unimportant. You always have topics to talk about in mobile messaging. We also exchanged photos. Our past photos are silly and funny.
The photo is our picture at the age of 5 years. Our funny photos made us laugh. And of course in front of every mobile phone.then you send a picture of a tiger and likened me with that creepy image. I do not want to lose. I reply by sending a pocong image. You do not accept and angry is not clear to me.
The longer I feel there is chaos in the niches of my heart, joining exhilarating dancing, rocking, and flying floats. I am pleased. The attention you give to me, I think it's sincere.you tell me about love. All your thoughts about the love you tell me. In your way. Your path that deeply touched my heart. The way you make me more fascinated with your figure.
At one time we shared our love experiences. Your first love is so beautiful. You say to me like a love poet. You also told me about your ex girlfriend.about your story that used to be 'Dark Lover'. In my heart I cursed your ignorance that casually became an Affair. How careless you are. What if the real girlfriend of your boyfriend knows? I have no idea. That is none of my business.if you are mine, I promise that I will not disappoint you.
In every night, we always greet through skype, twitter, facebook, line and other Social Media. Through skype, that's when our face and face meet closely with the intermediary webcam. Your eyes radiate the beauty of dawn in my heart.your soft voice that says "Good Night" managed to pull this lips to carve a sweet smile. Although only 2 words, but I can not help but it is a form of your attention to me. I slept soundly with my dream. I see your reflection smiling sweetly in my dreams. Oh, my God! I think I started liking her and loving her.
And again it happened, on another day.you are a footballer. I know that, because we are one school. And I'm looking for information about you from your close friends. I also really like football. We talked about our favorite team. Our idol player You like Arsenal, and I love Barcelona. On Saturdays and Sundays is your practice day.cYou always told me.what are you doing, where are you, with whom are you currently? You are listening to me. After or before practice you send me a message. And even more surprising, you call me 'STAY'.
I think I'm stupid, because our relationship is gradually without a clear bond.on the night of the week after the winning team wins, you take me for a walk, dinner and this is the first time I've met you. Ah, what's this date? Well I guess so. You come directly to my house, with motor sport of course. And you do not miss your permission to my beloved father to take me out. How glad I am.how can i consider this all natural as a friend. All women will feel truly loved when loved ones are loving.
I walk behind you with mixed feelings. You run your motor very quickly. Ah man is fashion. This is a tactic that women are afraid of falling and then will hug her waist tightly.I can not help hugging your waist. The sooner you get, the tighter my hands are around your waist. My heart rate was so tight, blood was pumped from the left room to the rest of the body, the artery in my hand dripping down, I felt like running a marathon. I hope you can feel it.
2 days after that night, you disappeared without a trace.messages from you that I'm waiting for are not coming. I was thinking, is it possible that the night's memories are just dreams? Impossible! I feel it's all real! I pinched my arm then, and it hurt so badly. Ah or ... maybe that night is our farewell celebration? Oh God ... please hurry up!
Until one day the rumor was heard in my ear. You have a new lover who is none other than my friend.I tried to ask for an explanation, and you acknowledge it. I also asked him for an explanation, but he still denied refusing to admit it. I pressed him and finally he admitted it. That he-who is my friend-is your beloved. I asked him to tell me how he came with you. I could not control my emotions at the time. I'm over it.while you casually just defend it and keep cornering me, blame me, yell at me, even berate yourself.
My tears kept tingling. This heart is painful and painful. Like a dagger. I wanted to scream at that moment, but I saw your present presence in the room. I'm afraid people will think I'm Crazy.I canceled my intention to scream and continue to cry. The phone I now hold is very thrilling. via BBM, Chat, DM and your short message just to apologize to me for your sins. The buzz of my phone rang endlessly, Flip flashing red, blue, green. I'm helpless! Without thinking, I just let go of my phone. The sacred phone that made me hurt very badly.
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