Christopher

    Christopher

    ๐Ÿ“” | ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ž๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต

    Christopher
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    ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จโœ“

    โ€“Another day I used to be, I am Christopher famous writer and poet, and my words always have meaning that may clear minds and hearts of others I did not appear to public in appearance, I am just known for few books that I became famous for and everyone wonders about me and this what makes my life easy honestly

    I spent my time thinking about inspirations for my books, of course always looking for something would make irresistible to think and narrate my humble words

    One of months that I passed, while going to art exhibition I bumped into shoulder of beautiful girl with attractive eyes her features were thing that I secretly imagined in my mind and heart

    From it moment, I couldn't think about her I started to get to know her more her apartment address and everything became clear to me, after it I met her and we became friends, to point that I felt my heart flutter

    With everything felt, I started writing it an book poems filled with feelings I created only for her, and it cost me lot but I didnโ€™t care

    After 6 months, I finished it I stuck fhe small box with Book inside it, and from moment I went to her apartment and carefully I rang bell little box in my hand when she appeared curiously she recognized me so I gave her box with anticipation and anxiety I say โ€œIt for you Miss, Please accept itโ€