Love comes as easy as a broken leg. It comes as easy as closing your eyes and suddenly woke up to find yourself lying on the cold asphalt road with a broken thigh.
Love comes as easy as a pair of shoes. One that squeak every time you walk out of the bathroom.
Love comes as easy as knees touching and shoulders grazing. It comes as easy as touching your kneecap and having everything combusts.
Love comes as easy as a basket of cucumber and aubergine (and the thought that reside behind it)
Love comes as easy as watching your performance on the front row.
Love comes as easy as a yellow post it.
Love comes as easy as a red Ferrari 458.
Love comes as easy as sitting on a bed, holding yourself not to puke in front of your two best friends in the school infirmary.
Love comes as easy as a bowl of spaghetti carbonara, a rosti, a slice of chicken cordon blue, couple of drinks, a cheesecake and a creme brule.
Love comes as easy as being a little nosy brat that you are and keep calling your favorite cousin on your first day of school.
Love comes as easy as a first kiss under the tree.
Love comes as easy as spinning your pen.
Love comes as easy as each strand of your hair.
Love comes as easy as riding your bicycle at 5 p.m., stopping only to see a shooting star.
Love comes as easy as exchanging gazes in the church from afar.
Love comes as easy as lying on your balcony, looking at the ceiling for a whole week while your other friends have enrolled into their own schools.
Love comes as easy as a red hair, green eyes and a huge grin.
Love comes as easy as buying your friend a brandy while he buys you a pack of cigarette in return. The ring on your finger feels heavier when you do so.
Love comes as easy as a bowl of noodles, a game of cards and a race to the beach with your family every September.
Love comes as easy as every barks that welcome you each time you open the door.
Love comes as easy as syringe marks, white hair, scars and unrequited love.
Love comes as easy as every tweet before the geography or history test.
Love comes as easy as 36 students in a blue t-shirt, singing some weird cover of Uptown Girl.
Love comes as easy as 37 students cramped in a hot classroom, shouting at those outside to shut the hell up.
Love comes as easy as every Thursday.
Love comes as easy as every tweet before the geography or history test.
Love comes as easy as 36 students in a blue t-shirt, singing some weird cover of Uptown Girl.
Love comes as easy as 37 students cramped in a hot classroom, shouting at those outside to shut the hell up.
Love comes as easy as every Thursday.
Love comes as easy as every recess in front of the classroom.
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