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inspiration. . .

July 30, 2014
By Anonymous

The first time I saw you, everything is in slow moves. Everything pauses for a moment. It’s just you and I are just moving. We seems to live in a utopia, where every place is perfect where compendium of great feelings are bound to happen.

It’s just like you are my star. I will make everything just to get you. I am confident to take any venture just for you. And I promise not to feel reluctance whenever you need help. I am willing to lend my hand. I am as forever.

When you’re not around, it is obviously my day is not complete. It’s just I feel that everything is inconsequential. It helps me nothing. I can’t even lift up the burden I felt in my heart. Insalubrious heart. Because your impact to me is like catastrophe.
Colossal wind that hits my warmth heart as your presence. Heavy rains pushes me to do good things. Thunderstorms that enticed my flattering face whenever you smile at me. Earthquakes when we laugh together with our shared jokes. Flood that serves our sweet and worthless conversations (but for me all of them are important).
I even study well just for you. I usually recites in class just to appreciate me. I often text you first with important messages or group messages whenever there are important announcement. Because of you I am more willing to sacrifice like I tend to lend my lessons just so you can photocopy it, provides you a paper when you have no one, I try to answer your questions when you have clarifications, I usually repeat what our professors dictate just so you can followed. And I think that the most crucial thing is, I let you copied my answers in exam. Am I being too obsessed with you? My answer is NO. No I am not. You just mean a lot to me. I just want to help you because it’s not the only fact that I like you very much, but because I think I love you already. That’s it. I just can’t elucidate my feelings for you. I always get blind whenever I see you. My visions got blurred with your stunning eyes. My teeth got broken with your killer smile. And my heart melts with your sweet mellow voice.

My classmates also noticed that I’m always inspired. And I just smile and say, “It is all because of him”. With the past few weeks, I am more
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.” ? Walt Disney Company, Mulan

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.”
? Walt Disney Company, Mulan

inclined to go to school everyday just so I can see you. I feel sad and depressed when someone is around at you. I have killed those girls a hundred times in my mind. I even cursed them. I don’t know what pushes me to that. Is it jealousy? I think so. Although, it always clinched in my mind that I’m still the luckiest where we always talk to one another. We seldom text, but often in personal interaction. And it’s a nice thing for me.

We even had our first photo, though it is a grouped. I still treasure it. It gives me another ways to smile far brighter than the sun. With the happiness that you always gave. I can see myself as an altruistic person. An optimistic person who inspired me so much. Pushing me to pick flowers that brought sunshine and pristine scent. And I try not to dwell into trite perspectives. I used sometimes, but I more often to glimpse in an hearten niche where you changed my directions in life. You just brought a lot of things in my life where you always makes me happy.

A happiness for me where I can’t elucidate every time I see you.



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