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Saturday, February 20, 2016

Your Touch. Your hands.

We're out for breakfast today.

You only hold hands with me in the car.

I believe you're worry we may get caught.

We have dinner together.

You were touching me most of the time.

I love you.

Brushing your hand on my thigh. My arms. And smiled.

I always love your smile.

I will never stop hoping.

I love you and you love me just like the way I wish and do.

You took picture of my IC. Then mentioned that I was pretty. You like me. But I'm not sure whether you love me??

I want to have more time with you.

I just couldn't.

I love your hands. Big hands holding my small hands.

Today was 19th Feb 2016.

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