People who love chocolates are my friends.
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Tuesday, October 06, 2009 || 2:56 pm
It was a nice day, the skies were blue, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining to everyother person, it was just a normal day, one which is taken for granted, but not for them.
They were on a bench, really shy, where there was an obvious distance between them. She really wanted to inch closer to him, to look at him in his eyes, to tell him what her dreams were, but her tinted cheeks were in the way. She stole quick glances at him, half of her ferociously beating heart, hoping he wouldn't notice and another half hoping he would just let her stare deeply and get lost in those deep brown eyes which made her fall for him in the first place.
Courageously, she took a leap of faith and peered, the twinkle in his eyes reminded her of the star lighted nights, she used to watch with her father.
Everything stopped in time, the silence between them was nothing but comfortable, an affect which can only be achieved with that perfect person. He weaved his fingers into hers, bridging them together.She thought of an unromantically suitable way to describe this feeling - enzymic reactions. She then wished with all her might, that there wouldnt be a catalyst to speed up this reaction, ending what she felt like the best feeling in the world.
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