We talk all night.. all day.. every moment we get, we spend it away.. on each other..
I love how she cares.. calling me up just to see if I sound fine..
visitin me when she got time.. spendin the night, if the ma's alright..
The popcorn fights.. playful pushes, I think...
We've fallen for each other..
as we sat, I had the urge to ask..
'Honey, who do you like? '
she looked up.. then at me..
I smiled.. and I wish it was me...
She has this little cute smile on..
then she looks straight at me..
'Babe, who do you like? '
As I wanted to say...
The more shy I felt...
Till this day.. I regret not telling her that day..
but tomorrows a new day.. to bring it up again...
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