What would you say if i told you that I love you?
He stared at me from across the table, with his bouncing fro sitting quite comfortably on the top of his head
There was this beauty about gbenga, it just radiates from every part of his being, the glint in his eyes when he is up to something mischievous, the smirkish smile on his face that preludes the opening of his sparkling set of teeth, the dent in his chin, the dimple on his left cheek and the little strands of hair that was more or less, a sorry excuse for a moustache.
My mind wondered aimlessly
somehow the question had taken me to a part of my mind that i’d never been to
I thought to myself: I’d desperately wish those words were true
I’d hope that you meant every single word
I’d like my own share of…
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