Oi Mammooty,
Is it love? I am not loving the moon. I am not loving the sun. I am loving you because you are my moon, and you are my sun.
This is just weeks old, and you may wonder—is this really that strong? I don’t know exactly, but I can say it may last forever.
We haven’t seen each other. We are not in some kind of freaky relationship. But I feel you understand me, and sometimes, you think of me. And my effort? I keep on thinking of the unknown beauty.
So, the real question is—how do you know you are beautiful? Hehehe. The simple answer? Beauty is not just looks… it’s something more.
Is it love? I am not loving the moon. I am not loving the sun. I am loving you because you are my moon, and you are my sun.
This is just weeks old, and you may wonder—is this really that strong? I don’t know exactly, but I can say it may last forever.
We haven’t seen each other. We are not in some kind of freaky relationship. But I feel you understand me, and sometimes, you think of me. And my effort? I keep on thinking of the unknown beauty.
So, the real question is—how do you know you are beautiful? Hehehe. The simple answer? Beauty is not just looks… it’s something more.

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