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Kiss me through the Phone
Sunday, April 5, 2009
He might not be best of all faces in my history, but him being the person that he is revealed many things in life which I was thus far blinded from.

That 3 hours of conversation we had was nothing near boredom. In fact, it beats hours and hours of cuddling up under the night sky with a man no different from a party animal.

If only I realised this earlier. If only.