Infatuation
Oh no, I thought I had outgrown this menace called infatuation. Saw her again and this time the feeling is more heated than ever before. She looked very much like fresh bread, fresh out of the oven. Her smile, more captivating than any art Leonardo da Vinci ever drew. And her presence more awe inspiring than the 7 wonders of the world.
The dream of ever being together fits more perfectly into the category of imagination than realism.
She's my Philo, and there's nothing I won't do for my Philo.
However, there are rules and there are consequences for breaking those rules. Hence I most make myself ready for the time so that my act then will be right and perfectly timed.
#WeGoAgain
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