Sunday, 25 August 2013

I like you, not yet to love you.

If the way I treat you made you feel something, I'm tremendously apologise for that. I admit, I treated you in the most nicest way than I gave to others. I'm sorry for that. If you feel comfortable with me, easy to talk to me, like to chill out with me, we have common likeness then I must say. I enjoy the good bond between us, but I fear that my nice treat has made you thought like I give you bright hope, which that's apparently... (impossible)

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