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To ask you out.

The noise of my tears break the silence of another October evening without her.

Spread your blessings.

To you mister; fall in love with me already.

Keep your head high and dream.

Hydrocele will now have a different meaning.

It’s a good thing that we can write the things we can’t say.

The memories of first love are always deeply seated.

Sometimes love is also in knowing that despite the distances, that one person who was once your centre is living, breathing, healthy and happy. Thank God for that.

I will give thee, my ‘only’ heart.

Would he give me his heart, if I asked?