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love to take pictures… most of the time, stolen! Why? I don’t know, it just seems to capture some unspoken gestures and unusual moments. And when you look back at it, you would always gaze at the picture with awe thinking what could this person be thinking?

And just seems to be applicable with this man sitting by the train. He seems like so deep in thoughts. Well I don’t know about that. He’s usually a man of few words, unlike me {who speaks what’s on my mind}.

But I love him. And I never get tired of just looking at him. And seeing him like this, it seems like he’s totally someone, just another stranger on the train. But he’s no stranger to me. He’s the love of my life.

And we went for another Saturdate ♥

Zerah x