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He will not try to be nice to you
He won't open the door for you
Or help you with your luggage
He doesn't know how cute he is when he gets jealous

I know how hard he tries to not to show his feelings
But I feel how he cares and how sad he is when I'm leaving
I can feel how excited he is for every opportunity for us to be together
For every moment spent feels like forever

What is one hour of waiting compared to three years?
What is one hour of delay when that is the only one hour I've got to spend with you, alone
The only hour I've got to know you
And be with you, in an hour
January 29, 2015
6:05 am
Written by
The Girl Who Can't Be Moved  26/F/Philippines
(26/F/Philippines)   
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