Why? Because I Love You.

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">He probed. She was unsure. But eventually yielded. "I love you. You're beautiful." She wont say it back. No, scratch that. She can't say it back. Carefully, very carefully, he tries all he can. Take two. One small push and she's all his. Moving in perfect synchronization of body, of life. How does she say it? Without him getting scared and backing off? Her mind screams, "I love you! And I've loved you all this while." But her mouth stays locked in his. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSenQqUoOktTKSdtqIeiusDQPT9kMSwZrj_341bbnf9qkewC1gg6moLoZEQTp6xKbPRwBU-DkzCWakPSW6REuE3cWYw9YuI71E9Qwcz5rbUnggDTR6BDQJgHvC3SwSnRj9-IcVMDeh9KuW/s1600/398264_121198314681755_113244062143847_97460_421583803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSenQqUoOktTKSdtqIeiusDQPT9kMSwZrj_341bbnf9qkewC1gg6moLoZEQTp6xKbPRwBU-DkzCWakPSW6REuE3cWYw9YuI71E9Qwcz5rbUnggDTR6BDQJgHvC3SwSnRj9-IcVMDeh9KuW/s400/398264_121198314681755_113244062143847_97460_421583803_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The words lost in the heat of the moment. Drowned in passion. "Relax," he says, sensing the urgency and the tenseness in her back. She lets out a soft moan, as his hands move down, easing out all her apprehensions. They shift. The kisses are different. His more tearing. Hers, softer. Her hand caressing his face. Obvious love. "It's funny how it never felt like this when we were together." "Because when we were together, I was playing my part. The caring boyfriend one." Muffled gasps. Sharp pain. "So that was all an act?" Long drawn sigh. "Not really. I meant it when I was in it. It's just too taxing for a guy like me." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugIS5417FDCzP0w7FZ4jnPgLRBZ5etMVLs-fY518lxPuAJwxTCPu1v7s76X47ltxAfqvlsszybt8qo931RwiUJoi_UVt98GrV5utmXBPRsaF3I4bYhtEOzGkdAP3yPdscy_nsiaPSbQxN/s1600/528948_113257822142471_113244062143847_62044_859127306_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugIS5417FDCzP0w7FZ4jnPgLRBZ5etMVLs-fY518lxPuAJwxTCPu1v7s76X47ltxAfqvlsszybt8qo931RwiUJoi_UVt98GrV5utmXBPRsaF3I4bYhtEOzGkdAP3yPdscy_nsiaPSbQxN/s400/528948_113257822142471_113244062143847_62044_859127306_n.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unshed tears, distracted by tethering his body, embedding her nails in his arched back. Teeth gnawing supple skin. Red. Color of hurt. Color of passion. Of love. She strokes his forehead as he slowly moves her hair out of her face to get a closer look. He doesn't call her beautiful. Something stops him. At the very edge. But she wants to know. Lazy exhaustion. Slower kisses. Wild submission. Acceptance. Denial. Tired. "They don't understand, but this is the best part." Contentment. Really? She wants to ask. Then how do you? Is it just me? Tell me! Talk out loud! "You have weird perceptions and estimations about yourself, you know..." "Like what?" He snuggles closer. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Tx4zk43KHQOtVnXY-Av7J95LrI372PdYqIJ1JEzEI1IZe3Q-XInXPwVbwyCw7dKyFbnYQbp5DB1EBnS6h2GtR_JR_fgUDmGodTIo1tfegdNjrNX5EXbvQ2LvbrrMbEZzLgC8xlhAncDD/s1600/383549_113256188809301_113244062143847_61973_239091754_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Tx4zk43KHQOtVnXY-Av7J95LrI372PdYqIJ1JEzEI1IZe3Q-XInXPwVbwyCw7dKyFbnYQbp5DB1EBnS6h2GtR_JR_fgUDmGodTIo1tfegdNjrNX5EXbvQ2LvbrrMbEZzLgC8xlhAncDD/s400/383549_113256188809301_113244062143847_61973_239091754_n.jpg" width="266" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His hand always in motion against her back. He kisses her head discreetly, thinking she can't tell. She can. She can always tell. "Like this. You think you want this. You're a really good boyfriend for as long as you don't start thinking about it." "Hmm..." he mutters with his eyes shut. Still holding her close. She doesn't think he realizes that this is the closest they've gotten in a long time. And it's the closest they will be, all bared, in a very, very long time to come. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61DMrp325au3v1vsXfdLU0bXUliNY3xHsncGzYnIFnh8ISHD9nUy61vIJKbuAu31yWvp8m4XNLfilEmpMItocCjgbY2o-uLkegN-NE_Rkm53WWUQH1C2IH03cdmOX4_TiS_SxdyrG7qeu/s1600/576328_355901444457217_139716102742420_970337_1655586476_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61DMrp325au3v1vsXfdLU0bXUliNY3xHsncGzYnIFnh8ISHD9nUy61vIJKbuAu31yWvp8m4XNLfilEmpMItocCjgbY2o-uLkegN-NE_Rkm53WWUQH1C2IH03cdmOX4_TiS_SxdyrG7qeu/s400/576328_355901444457217_139716102742420_970337_1655586476_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You wanna get a smoke?" This is it. She doesn't want to let go. She's finally found something comfortable. Comforting. Something that doesn't make her squirm, or jump back in disapproval and skepticism. She was scared she'd find out how irrevocable her feelings were where he was concerned if she ever landed up in something like this. And there you go. She found out. And it hit her so hard, that she doesn't mind not being carefully handled, or not called beautiful, or looked at with a certain kind of deep love only some pair of eyes can show her. For all she cares. Ravage my body. Be harsh yet truthful.  In whatever limited and warped form that may be possible. This is not me. It's not who I am. What am I doing? Giving in because you're tired. Somebody answers. Consumed. </div></div>

Why? Because I Love You.

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You are the only one

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">You are the only one for whom i desire,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the only one whom i deserve the most,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the only one who care,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the one with i make a best pair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh753A5Y5C-Ozzj1E2N-vtTHi8Q0fJOxfz1EtYRE6fW31m8JW6IR5dKwObwR-NbDX-68JyhY7oEK-M6L3CkfxxKXdVlf5lzf0NivcsqedZocLrPrU_aVyTEZ8R20cu71OozTYKgNqRFAwfj/s1600/love-pair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh753A5Y5C-Ozzj1E2N-vtTHi8Q0fJOxfz1EtYRE6fW31m8JW6IR5dKwObwR-NbDX-68JyhY7oEK-M6L3CkfxxKXdVlf5lzf0NivcsqedZocLrPrU_aVyTEZ8R20cu71OozTYKgNqRFAwfj/s400/love-pair.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the only one who bear,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one with whom i can easily share,</div><div style="text-align: center;">With whom i feel i can walk on air.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T7uMY5IXDr6EikmSpN3plKkJlrkApUWGMfdlIpdfAA8z2vWWujMXwopCpiDLfl1l9kfSX47COQIFK5oa_UjhqdbSCDtfNhCa_pgBd6mIuk4NugYLcRDmzoBVTUzPuT0IvCXcrDXHL-Js/s1600/Girl-romantic-kiss.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T7uMY5IXDr6EikmSpN3plKkJlrkApUWGMfdlIpdfAA8z2vWWujMXwopCpiDLfl1l9kfSX47COQIFK5oa_UjhqdbSCDtfNhCa_pgBd6mIuk4NugYLcRDmzoBVTUzPuT0IvCXcrDXHL-Js/s400/Girl-romantic-kiss.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You have a art to make me smile,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are one with whom i feel living a life is worthwhile.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You understand all my emotions,</div><div style="text-align: center;">With whom i feel i can cross millions of oceans.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyBfkrELsU0Vji23f9ZLiAUG1UFsVvG1d_PuU3eSg5q4qrBqAsTa_sttmaXFwazPakc_f-kaNdZoWNJ7XwZxb_ZB-UI4LiPfeznh3AT_80cBKD6r1AIBV08tD_CNyHuoa8i8_WmUJK7m8/s1600/tumblr_ldivplAdYd1qeyacqo1_400.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyBfkrELsU0Vji23f9ZLiAUG1UFsVvG1d_PuU3eSg5q4qrBqAsTa_sttmaXFwazPakc_f-kaNdZoWNJ7XwZxb_ZB-UI4LiPfeznh3AT_80cBKD6r1AIBV08tD_CNyHuoa8i8_WmUJK7m8/s320/tumblr_ldivplAdYd1qeyacqo1_400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You make out all my expression,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Solve my every question,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You promise to hold my hand forever,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are the who say "i cant live without you never ever".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rHV6rE0TzepfIxHpwJsJM4BqqrraLB9nuLHFAZvVMO4iWnoyFOStHiiCNUuxS4z36dtQun0XSwbxWd5p1_whUCbxtg6d2lkdq8_kW1fiMlqRpaN7NZA64D419dBtQlzU18DIudW6pLsT/s1600/Secret-Lover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rHV6rE0TzepfIxHpwJsJM4BqqrraLB9nuLHFAZvVMO4iWnoyFOStHiiCNUuxS4z36dtQun0XSwbxWd5p1_whUCbxtg6d2lkdq8_kW1fiMlqRpaN7NZA64D419dBtQlzU18DIudW6pLsT/s1600/Secret-Lover.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You are different from crowd,</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is what which always make me feel proud,</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have the best heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And winning it is one among your finniest art.</div></div>

You are the only one

You are the only one for whom i desire, You are the only one whom i deserve the most, You are the only one who care, You are the one with i ...

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