Love is


…When I am NOT mad for the fact that He ignored Me [As if I never existed] while He’s busy watchin the soccer match, which I ne-ver understand At All. I wont be feeling ‘UnImportant’, but I’ll sit quietly next to him, NOT to pretend that I enjoy watchin the Soccer for the sake of His happiness, but to Adore him with Alot more Love for just simply being A ‘MAN’

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