CROOKED LOVE | #WednesdayLove
Her beauty outshines the sun. I’d often wonder how I could love and hate a girl. Half-dazed in her presence. Shivers down my spine – that cliché every man has felt. But this isn’t love, is it? It could be common sense departing from my body. Not love. Not hate. Nothing.
I’m a fan, yet a hater. An admirer. A critic. Criticising her strength. How dare she be so fabulous?
She outshines the sun. She steals my ability to think straight.