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Sunday, 18 March 2018

#56 the art of love.

It's never actually the big things that take grip of you and shout in your face that you're in love. No. It's the little things, the insignificant things done out of boredom, with a sense of mischief, that will come back to you and startle you with a rather wild knock.
It's those random moments where I'm caught off guard thinking about you; those times when, in the middle of a conversation, you abruptly pause to tell me that you love my voice; or when I realise I'm smiling reminiscing something you said long ago; it's these little things that make me love you more everyday.
- shwethabhat /art of love/

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