Crush
My memories of you consist your back and the blur images of you whenever I looked at you. I couldn't see without my glasses and it's a gift. Because it seems that I couldn't help but grin when I look into your eyes and I'd watch you each time you walk away.
Copyright © Fatin Zaini | Year Posted 2016
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