Some express, some write and some just feel it.

There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced even with a glance.

I know you miss me but what do you do about that?

I read not for entertainment but to feel what the writer has felt while writing even though if it was fiction.

Love never bites only shoes does, I would still prefer shoes.

There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced with even glance.

Who am I to decide if he is worth my love or not when I can't even...

I don't own you, you just belong to me.

I don’t want know you because if I know you, I might like you