Love Is – by Miss Paris

Old memories of you…


Love is when he sees me for the first time and just tells himself, “I should talk to her”…

Love is when he speaks to me for the first time and tells himself, “I want to be her friend”…


Love is when he becomes my friend and tells himself, “I want to share everything with her” …


Love is when he shares one line, “Paris, I love u” …


Love is when I realize that I feel the same way..


Love is when he is all I think about every day…


Love is when he is all I dream about every night…


Love is when his voice echoes in my head every day…


Love is when I touch his hand, I feel his warmth…


Love is when I hold him tight, I feel his heartbeat..


Love is when I kiss his lips, I feel his passion…


Love is when he brightens my day…


Love is when he fills my night with stars. ..


Love is when he completes my life…


If love is a person, his name is… 


Love in sunset (Source: Internet)



*Aaaaahhhh, another blast from the past, circa 2008.

I have to admit, I’m not a good writer when it comes to grammar and structure, everything that says ‘English Literature’. I just love to write.

See you in the next confession!

All my love, XOXO,

Miss Paris

I wuv ya!


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