Anyone whom can read me well enough will naturally know that I'm a living-for-love person. That's a shitty motivation to live for some. Many live for fame, money, or in pursue of something they like to do. Yet I have chosen love since the day I was borned. Something within me craves for that inexplicable feeling - being in love with love! I can fall deep for someone, provided he has to possess a kind of charm. Intangible. I'm very fussy about man, a man I want to explore my love fantasy with. He doesn't have to be fit, be cute, be smart, be wealthy... He needs to be himself, love who he is. He has to be "bad", afterall us women go for those.
My lust for writing has began, lets see whose the unlucky man receiving the letter (again)... hiak hiak.
**I'm closing my eyes and I see his face. I want to bite his lips, hold his cheek against mine...**
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