Buscopan

Few relations have no name at all. Even everyone around us is trying to brand it, put it into a category, but nothing apt is coming our way. I care a lot for him, been in an awe of him since such a long time; I miss him, want to be with him, but frankly speaking do not want a life with him. The bond between we both was evident right from the beginning. I hated him strongly the very first day that I met him. Today I love him with the same very strength. His act of giving me a full body hug, transferring all his body heat to as many of my body pores takes my breath away. Or his hugging me from back and engulfing my small waist in either of his hand. But the best one till date will remain the clothing me in a t-shirt matching my lingerie to the T. I love you, and the linger of your wet peck on my jugular vein still wakes me up from my sleep. Glad that I met you and know you.

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