62. kris 38

I could lift you up. I could show you what you wanna see and take you where you wanna be. You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down. I know that we'll be safe and sound. We're safe and sound. I could fill your cup. You know my river won't evaporate. This world we still appreciate. You could be my luck even in a hurricane of frowns. I know that we'll be safe and sound. Safe and sound. We're safe and sound. I could show you love in a tidal wave of mystery. You'll still be standing next to me. You could be my luck even if we're six feet underground. I know that we'll be safe and sound. We're safe and sound. Safe and sound. Hold your ground. Safe and sound. I could lift you up. I could show you what you wanna see and take you where you wanna be. You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down. I know that we'll be safe and sound. We're safe and sound. I could lift you up. I could show you what you wanna see and take you where you wanna be. You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down. I know that we'll be safe and sound. We're safe and sound.

Hey there reader, who I expect is none other than my Jinah, although I don't mind if you're one of our stalkers enjoying our messages for each other,
Hm. How should I begin this message with? Should it like be the usual starter "I love you message"? Meh. I'd rather not. I'd be one of those common heads wanting to impress their partners. And if you think this message is to make you all feel giddy, flattered, and mushy, well, sorry to ruin your momentum but I have no plans since this message is to tell you I hate you, darling. Yes. I hate you. So damn much. I hate you for the fact that you're so perfect. I hate you for being so y. I hate you for being gorgeous. I hate you for standing out. I hate you for being you. Yes. I hate you for many reasons. Why? Because others are also falling for you. And, to be honest, I hate getting jealous. There. That's the bottom line. But guess why I hate you? It's because I simply love you. No. Actually. Scratch the simple part. It's not easy to love someone who's perfect, y, gorgeous, standing out, and etc. when I might get left behind by those trying to woo you even though we're already in a relationship. Let's just say that I'm still no match for your ideal person since I'm running way behind the lane. But yeah, just so you know, from the bottom of my hypothalamus, I love you so much. And because I hate you at the same time, love just then equates to hate as both words equate and weight to same number of letters and dig an in depth and intangible feeling.