Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.

When our love is one, the stars in the sky will envy us and the Moon will grants us it's sheltering light.

You're incredibly beautiful,' I told her, because she was fat, so I thought it would be an especially nice compliment, and also make her like me again, even though I was sexist.

If love is a mirror everyone is beautiful

Written By Kenneth Chinedu Martins

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