And if you asked me about love, I'd tell you about her.
A gentle stroke on my hair, her head leaning on my shoulder, our hands touching each other.
I hate doing such things, but somehow, with her, these little gestures became my favorites.
The overwhelming certainty, her sparkling eyes when she looks at me- I'd tell you how love can be so safe and easy.
Yes, I'm falling harder and I don't even care, cause with her name written all over, pages have been better.
They were right
3 seconds isn't long, but it was long enough to make a silent prayer while looking into her eyes.
"Let this girl be my repetitive prayer."
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