She's addictive and her name is...

You know, There's someone in my head whom I can't, for some reasons, get out of my mind.

She's been tatooed like a gum in my hair for some time now.

She ain't somebody whom you're going to call a nobody...

In fact, she's an angel.

She is special and very dear to my heart.

If you've met her, I bet you would be affirming what I am blabbering in this blog.

I wanted to relate her existence as to a smoke.

"The moment I light my cigarette tucked between my two lips, I inhale the whitish mist inside my mouth, down to my throat and end up burning my lungs. The heat it brings gives me warmth, yet damages my system as I inhale more. She soothes my soul and at the same time, threatens my life to death. She's an addictive artifact that everyone is fond of, and I'm sure everybody's happy when she's around."

"As much as I wanted to inhale more of the smoke the cigarette gives, I cannot. I have to let go of it or else I'll suffocate myself. And so I exhale the smoke out of my mouth or sometimes, out of my nostrils."

"Seeing the smoke outside of my body as I let my eyes linger to it, appears to diffuse in the air and gradually vanishes but lefts a distinct smell on my hands and mouth. Like her, as much as I wanted for her to stay in my heart, I know she'll move away gradually. And to think that she's been a part of me, I know there are many things for me to smile whenever I think of her."

If only I was a boy...

I LOVE her so much that it pains me...

If only....

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