I liked her eyes: I took a photo of her and wallpapered the room with her look. I liked her voice: I recorded it and now I listen to her all day and all night long. I feel so happy in my room that I haven’t left it for months.
My family begged her to come and take me out from my reclusion. Yesterday she knocked on my door, asked me to come out, to go for a walk with her. She didn’t manage to pull me away from my happiness.
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