Twice

Kami telah melakukannya sebanyak 2 kali pada malam semalam dalam masa kurang dari beberapa jam.

Best kan?

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Hope said...
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Anonymous said...

disgusting...

Anonymous said...

anonymous,

i don't think you know what you are talking about and you don't have the rights to comment on things that you don't even know what it is

save it.

Anonymous said...

When I think of you, I remember the first time when we exchanged greetings, when I couldn't wait to see you again, when I waited impatiently for my next encounter with you.

When I think of you, I remember our first kiss, and the many kisses after that, each kiss feels like the first kiss we shared.

When I think of you, I remember our conversations together, those nights spent debating over matters that had nothing to do with us, those times when we argued incessantly over political issues, and those times spent discussing matters close to our hearts.

When I think of you, I remember our first fight. I remember how much we couldn't bear to be without each other after that, and how we got back together stronger than before.

When I think of you, I remember how I admire you from the first time we met, how you touched my soul with your thoughts , and warmed my heart with your feelings and emotions.

When I think of you, I remember your loving words, your caring ways, you gentle touch. I feel your love enwrapping me with amazing calmness and serenity, letting me feel the warmth and comfort of your loving embrace, making me feel safe and needed at the same time.

When I think of you, I remember our times together. Those nights we spent just being with each other, appreciating one another, basking in each other's love. Each night spent feels like our first night together.

When I think of you, I remember the special person you are, the subtleties in guiding me through darkness, holding my hands leading me to the light. I remember you for your patience and understanding, your wisdom and intelligence, your talents and your passion.

And as I am writing this, I think of you, I think of us, I think of love.

 
 
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