By-Tanishka Sidhwani
To the first thought of him up in the morning,
To the smile when I think of him,
To the joy that while talking to him,
To the butterflies when he comes near,
To the tears when I remember him,
To the sadness while not meeting him for a day,
To the hopes of him messaging in the night,
And
To the love that I feel for him,
Do you feel the same or is it only me?
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