So funny that it hurts
Love is funny, isn't it? Except when I witnessed a good friend's display of his love. We all show our love differently, not all of them are being approved though. He shows his by screaming at her because everything she says or does matter. And she shows her by screaming back. I was sitting there, feeling and in fact was over-whelmed by their love. Which reminded me another classmate of mine showed hers by constantly running down her husband.
I show mine by giving him space. At least I thought so.
My mum shows her by constant nagging about my eating habits down right to the way I comb my hair.
My sis shows hers by punching my thighs so that the fats will disperse, according to her theory.
Bestfriend shows hers by worshipping me on the pedestal, choosing to believe that I can reach the stars if I jump slightly higher.
He shows his by pulling my tresses.
How do you show yours?
I show mine by giving him space. At least I thought so.
My mum shows her by constant nagging about my eating habits down right to the way I comb my hair.
My sis shows hers by punching my thighs so that the fats will disperse, according to her theory.
Bestfriend shows hers by worshipping me on the pedestal, choosing to believe that I can reach the stars if I jump slightly higher.
He shows his by pulling my tresses.
How do you show yours?
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I write the name of the people I love in the flour when Im rolling pizza bases and take a photo of it and send it to them.
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