She always comes to me at the most unexpected times.
Typically at 6:30 p.m. when I return from work.
She does my household tasks.
Even cook for the both of us.
She does this every day.
We are only friends, not lovers.
Every day, I feel less lonely.
I'm developing something for her.
My feelings are developing.
I guess I love her.
I am now in love.
Is she feeling the same way?
Why does she have to pay me a visit every day?
What can I do about this?
How do I tell her how I feel?
Sometimes we watch movies together.
I feel her really intensely.
But I can't show her.
Should I befriend her?
We are so close.
How do I break the silence?
how?
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Gloria Penelope
I believe creative thoughts and ideas that become inspiration could change someone's life. I create poetry, short stories, and articles based on my thoughts and ideas.
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