7 Responses for "Love Message -195-"

1. 10 Questions with Zazza of Il Fannullone June 16th, 2008 at 6:44 pm 1

   [...] read on a regular basis. What makes it unique? I really like 1 Million Love Messages: I even sent my own love message. I think it’s a very original idea, that’s why I like it. In the Web 2.0, having good ideas and [...]

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2. nani July 7th, 2008 at 11:40 am 2

   hi ra …. missing u a lot….

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3. shaden July 30th, 2008 at 10:45 am 3

   toz.Don’t be angry i’ll tell you what toz means
   t:tackare of your self …..o:of
   course i love you ……z:zai mabahebak hebany,,,,,, so big
   kiss for you

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4. hazeela ibrahim August 25th, 2008 at 10:12 am 4

   love pic messege

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5. Linda Adams September 16th, 2008 at 3:33 pm 5

   Great post. Thanx for sharing.I really enjoy it! looking forward to more.

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6. wsswa pauleta November 27th, 2008 at 11:02 am 6

   hi iwould like u to text mi or send mi your love messeges every day on my email address to be send to my gal friend whom i love very more than i can not tell from pauleta in nkumba university at entebbe

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7. musab kamal April 9th, 2009 at 10:39 am 7

   I always really appreciated handwritten letters. Maybe you think they’re sappy or highschool, like notes scrawled on loose-leaf notebook paper stuffed in lockers, riddled with bubble letters and rounded hearts. Me? I like ‘em. There’s a certain warm familiarity to it, Like knowing just how much chocolate he wants on his icecream you know?

   Maybe I’m just old fashioned. Maybe I felt like saying “I love you” without the mechanical click of the keyboard. Maybe I felt like saying it without the blinking, vertical input cursor prompting me, as if I was expected to say something after. Maybe not.

   With my orange gloves and red pen, And my flushed face, I suppose from a distance it must look like I have a fire in my hands, Which I can’t seem to look up from.

   Sometimes people ask me to take off my heels, so I sink down to a tiny height. They tease and I smile. It’s a big jump. But all I ever think about then is standing in front of you, barefoot, and hoping you’d tease me too.

   Dear Love, Please write.

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