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"What do love about him?" a friend once asked.
Taken aback by the sudden question, I sighed.
"His eyes, how they're so enchanting and mesmerizing to look at.
Oh, how difficult it would be, looking at something such as that.
His giddily grins, how it would soon turn into laughter.
It's what I always hear, whenever I sat alone and ponder.
His passionate voice that would stand up amidst the crowd.
It's that voice that I would always listen to, even when it's loud.
His sweetened smile, how it could shine away the gloom in me.
There's something about it, that would never fail to set me free.
It could be his characteristics, it could be his persona, it could be anything.
But as long as he's himself, I will never not love him."
I replied.
With a question unanswered left in me:
"What does he love about me?"
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