I love the guy who has got the voice of a buffalo, hard as it seems but he is confident with it. He is afraid of my moods and that fancy me a lot, it's quite a terrible thing to accept but terrific thing to experience. It may be the same moment I have always waited for and in those moments of cozy beds when I cuddle his nose with mine we flute few butterflies. Time seems to play a bit and how accordingly we justify each other's presence.keeping him in mind builds up itself few grunts of happiness and I find that really grossing. We must not judge but felt and accept yet I am in a awkward decision.