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My true love

Posted on : 25-10-2014 | By : A-Pie | In : Romance Love Story

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our love story is unlike everyone
it was during our summer vacation(july)
my cousin and I went to spent our vacation
where my cousin (chika) call her brother
from my cellphone because her cellphone was out of service but she didn’t tell me about it
then on that evening suddenly my cellphone was blowing up with an unknown number
then I receive the call then I ask him who he was he didn’t told me so I scolded him for that then my cousin hear me scloding him then she suddenly stretch my cellphone from me and talk to him and told him that it was me her cousin then they hung up the phone.
On that night I felt sorry for what I did so I send him a text message consist of an apology note
I him that text so that he could forgive me for my wrong deeds and he did d same thing
then from that night we started chatting with each other.
days,weeks and month passed. since we have became good friend we started to carry a feeling for each other
then on november 08, 2012 he proposed as I liked him as a good friend I accepted his proposal hoping that he will be the right guy for myself.
he didn’t dissappoint me he took a good c’are of me in the past days he still does and I am thankful to God for he send him in my life as my sWEET BABY
in the year 2014 we had been alone in a dark place
there was only him and me
where we had our first kiss
we had smooch he hugs me tightly
and touches me.
we love spending time with each other
we used to make out whenever we get chance for it.
his love for me increases everyday
he cares for my every big and small problems.
he really have a good heart the heart that I felt for
his loving and caring nature make me to him love
and today here we are going to celebrate our second aniversary on 08 of november 2014 and I will pray to God that his love for me will keep on increasing day by day
and i will also love him and I’ll take a good care of him like he does.
I LOVE YOU BEE.

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UNFORGETTABLE LOVE

Posted on : 19-10-2014 | By : A-Pie | In : Romance Love Story

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This is a story of mine nd my swtheart.at the age of 17 we start to feel that glittering sparks of luv wich we both heard many times we both were completely unfrndly wid this feeling since the day ie 22 july we start doing a work in owr school nd we didnt even know hw slightly we started feeling for each other nd enjoying each othrs company like we r nt in any relationship bt we tied in a relationship of affection that we dnt know then we started talking thn we both finaly convinced to devote our lyf to each other nd the memories begins sometimes it is sweet nd but smtimes it is bitter swet memories raise our luv bitter raise our loyalty towards luv ..then we start complementing each other through words through work nd started trying to know each other new day help us to know more about each other smtimes its dissapointing after knowing smthing bad abt each other smtimes it is very proudful to choose each other as partner many hurdles we faced many sorrows we taste bt the eternal luv remains unscratched ..nw we r in a state to luv each other to liv wid each other to die for each other bt cnt left each other ..its grace of god that we live so hapily aftr 2 yrs nd we were stil soo hapy to carry each other together stil I say luv is a plant wid soo awesome fragrance nd that effect ur lyf nd left its presence…try to fall in luv ..it wil feel u lyk u r on 7th sky nd luvv wil make u remind hw beautiful lyf is…

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The tragic relationship

Posted on : 10-10-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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I am a grade 8 student and I had liked a girl throughout several of my past relationships but ever dated her. Let’s name this girl Hanna. So at the start of grade 8 (1 year ago) I had started talking to Hanna and we became close. I had a feeling she liked me but the the tragedy came. My ex girlfriend had then decided that she liked me again and she was reading Hanna’s texts and saw that I was interested in Hanna. That night when I was texting Hanna my ex had Hanna’s phone and her own phone so she get really pissed off and told Hanna to back off or “things” would happen. The next 4 months hanna ignored me and hadn’t said a word in class or anything

This year I am in Hanna’s class and we have become closer again but I’m not sure she still likes me like she used to.

I need advice wether to give up or continue with rebuilding our destroyed friendship.

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Jessica’s story.

Posted on : 10-10-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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Jessica came into her small flat, sat on a sofa and thought in her mind: This is 24th letter during two years. Except letters and talking around, there was nothing… Always I planned our spare time, I drave our relationships. And I’m not sure about my feelings…, but I’m absolutely sure, that I don’t want to continue like this.
Jessica took all letters except the last one and went to the Post office on the corner of Affronted Street and Coldness Street. She quickly put all letters in a box and gave to post officer. He slowly took the box and lazily said: „It will cost about 10eur, are You sure?”
Jessica answered: „I’m absolutely sure! Can I have a receipt, please?”
The postal worker something growled and gave the reciept. The girl took the receipt and went home.
At home Jessica found the last Harrold’s letter and burned it together with the receipt burned. After that, she deleted Harrold’s phone number from list and took a shower. At that night Jessica went to sleep absolutely confident about her actions.
About half a year later, one Friday, Jessica went by Trollybus from her work. She was tired and hungry, therefore she decided got off 3 stops earlier and went to cafe. When the Trolly stopped at the right stop, she got off and something hooked her and Jessica fell into a puddle. All coat , arms and face was dirty. Suddenly from nowhere homeless ran and started to laugh: „You never marry! Who wants be married with that shamble and unstable girl!”
Jassica stood up and tought in her mind – maybe I’m really shamble and unstable and that is the reason of futurless relationships…Tears slowly creeped in her eyes.
„Is everything alright?” – said low and nice tembre voice. „Can I help You? Here is Your bag…” The men in a black coat and with deep blue eyes looked at Jessica. He took out a handkerchief and started to clean the coat, arms and face.
„Don’t worry about these predictions. Marriage with confident and stable woman is borring. It is full moon and sensitive peaple don’t understand, what they say in that time.” He smailed and Jessica felt like she nows him..
„What is your name?” – finally Jessica asked. „Rafael. And your’s?”
„Jessica, nice to meet You! Thanks for support! Can I invite You to dinner? With my dirty coat I can get free soup at the homeless kitchen on Happiness Street.”
„Let’s go! I have never been before of that kind restaurants.”
After year, they married in full moon on Friday.

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best spell caster

Posted on : 07-05-2014 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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My name is Cornelia, am from UK I live in Canada, I have been married for
over 5years and no issue(baby) to show for it, I and my husband have gone
to different places for help for me to get pregnant, but all our efforts
where fruitless. My husband became tired of me and started accusing me of
the cause of our problem. I tried to make him believe that I don’t know why
I cannot get pregnant. But as a man he pays deaf ears to my words. It came
to a time when he gave me an ultimatum to leave his house. I became more
crazy and restless. I search for help including where there is no help. My
husband finally sent me packing after 5years of our marriage. when I was in
my parents’ house I was still searching for a solution until I met an old
school friend whom gave me the contact of this spell caster Dr odion, she
said he saved her marriage too. I contacted him for help. He told me that
it is never too late that I will need two spell in one. Which means an ex
back spell and a fertility spell. He actually cast a spell for me after
48hours of his spell; my husband came to my parents’ house looking for me.
We got back together again. That made me so happy. Still with his fertility
spell, I became pregnant after 2months of his spell. What a powerful man. I
am the happiest person on earth. If you need any help, I recommend this
great man to you, I am so sure he will help you the way he helped
me.drodionspelltemple@gmail. com

(Screen) Name: cornelia

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thanks to great dr okiti

Posted on : 03-05-2014 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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My name is Frank Morrison, my family and i live in
UK. It was after seven years i got to discover that my
wife was unfaithful to me. I didn’t know what was
going on at first but as she got deep in the affair with
her new lover, i felt that our marriage was on the
rocks. I notice that she no longer light up when i
touch her or kiss her in her neck and her chest cos
she really liked it when i did that, she also usually get
naked in front of me but when she started seeing
that guy she stopped it.I remember asking her if i
have done anything that makes her feel irritated
when i am around her then she gives silly excuses
that she has been feeling stressed up and that she
need space for a while.I know when you are been
asked for space its usually because there is
something fishy is going on.I hired a private
investigator to help find out what was going on.And
in a week time he brought me prove that my wife
that i have lived with for seven straight year is
cheating on me with her high school lover.I had
picture of her walking out a of a restaurant with him
and many other photo of them kissing in public like
she will never be caught by someone that knows she
is my wife.I asked myself, even when we had a
daughter together she could this to me.That same
night i showed her the pictures that i got from my
private investigator.She didn’t look at it before
saying, that she is seeing someone and she know
that i just found out about it.Then she said that she
is in love with him.At that moment, i didn’t know if to
kill myself or to kill her but the button line is that if i
was going to kill anyone it was going to be me cos i
was so much in love with her to even think of
thinking to hurt her.As time when on she asked for a
divorce and got it and even got custody of our
daughter and i was all alone by myself.For a year i
tried all i could to get her back with the help of my
seven year old daughter.Even at that all effect was in
vain, i used the help of her friend but turned out all
bad.I know most people don’t believe in spell casting
but believe me this was my last option and the result
i most say was impressive.And i know it difficult to
believe but A SPELL CASTER Dr OKITI really made my
life much better cos he gave me my family back.He
didn’t ask me to pay for what he did for me all i was
to do, was to provide the materials for the spell and
believe that he had the power to help me.Like he
said, he was going to do something that will make
her reset her love and affection for me just as it has
always been.My wife told me she woke up and
realized that she should have never left me that i am
all she needs.To make thing clear, her life with her
high school lover was great before Dr OKITI castled
the spell they had no disagreement on anything.The
guy said it himself that why she broke up with him is
unexplainable.Only Dr Okiti can do such a thing
contact him to solve your problem with his
email:Okitispell@gmail.com

CONTACT HIM
NOW FOR SOLUTION TO ALL YOUR PROBLEMS.

(Screen) Name: frank

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expecting too much

Posted on : 25-01-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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I want to share you about my experience. I’m just a 17 years old girl that not interest with love stuff. I always thought that having a boyfriend while i’m studying wasn’t good at all. I wanted to focus more on studying. But until i met him. We met each-other on a social communication. I never got interest of guys who try to flirt with me. But the moment that he talked to me. I was so attracted to him. We talked to each-other every night because i was on my holiday break. Later, about half of a month, he confessed me. I didn’t reply first because i wanted to think more about this. A few days later, i replied him. I thought over it again and again. Do i love him?
Then i got my answer. I liked him. Every minute we talked to each-other make me happy so much. At first, we were totally in deep love or maybe just only my thought. He always told me that he want to marry me. At first, i ignored that because we are just online-dating. We were world apart from each-other. He won’t make his way to come and get me. But he always told me he how much he want to marry me almost everyday. He always gave me a little hope of being with him. I’m sure he wasn’t serious with me. He rarely shared his little stories with me. I disappointed at first then i think that maybe because he is a guy. Guys usually don’t share problem, right?
But i was wrong. I saw most of the guy share their problem and stories with their girlfriend. I was so upset. I couldn’t even focus on my lesson. I always skipped school and excuse myself that i’m feeling unwell. But thinking for a few days, i could not run away from the problem. I had to face it.
Then when the night come, i talked to him and asked him about it. And i found something. He was talking with other girls while he was in relationship with me too. When i asked him about that, he was totally mad at me. Then he asked for breaking up. I agreed at first but then i always missed him. I couldn’t take it. I was so deep in love with him. I asked him to be back again. Then he said ok. I was so happy at the time he said so.
But not as i expected, he changed day by day. He usually asked for break up even it was such a small things. I forgave him for countless times but he never think about it. I just put at the fault on myself because i thought that i’m so dumb.
I found lots of things that he hide from me. I felt so stupid because i loved him so much.
I’m not sure what i do is right or wrong. I’m really confuse now.

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Entangled love story

Posted on : 25-01-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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Sometimes in life you encounter situations, thoughts and feelings that can be seen as wrong in the eyes of another. You have to take every step in life like its your last, this means that sometimes the feelings and thoughts that cross your mind, might not be wrong in your own eyes, you have to listen to your heart.

Always listen to your heart? Thats what everyone says, its not that easy. Especially at the age of 18, with the mixed emotions all the hormones confusing your feelings. How is a young adult supposed to survive in a world of love and judgement, whilst still revising for exams and the stressful choice of University. Everyone around you seems to be so put together and content with their life. Me? Im nothing like that, i’ve always been indecisive and with age this hasn’t improved.

I suppose I can’t complain, i’ve had a pretty cushioned life. Living in the capital city of the United Kingdom, surrounded by family and friends, and for the past 2 years ive had a perfect relationship with a boy i truly love. Well i thought i loved him, I dont know whether its the hormones or the fact that im 18 acting like a 4 year old. But how am i supposed to know what love is when I’m this age? And this is where my entangled, obscure, complicated love story begins..

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My Ex boy friend retured back to me

Posted on : 25-01-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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My name is Lilian and my ex-boyfriend dumped me 4 months ago after I caught
him of having an affair with someone else and insulting him. I want him
back in my life but he refuse to have any contact with me. I was so confuse
and don’t know what to do, so I visited the internet for help and I saw a
testimony of how a spell caster help them to get their ex back so I contact
the spell caster and explain my problems to him….. he cast a spell for me
and assure me of 3 days that my ex will return to me and to my greatest
surprise the third day my Dennis came knocking on my door and beg for
forgiveness. I am so happy that my love is back again and not only that,we
are about to get married. Once again thank you Temple of permanent healing,
you are truly talented and gifted.

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Rumba

Posted on : 25-01-2014 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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I used to think one day I’d tell the story of us – how we used to dance until the melancholic song and the shimmering lights faded. I do remember how we came to that place. It is a huge place where billions of people gather around to find the right partner to dance with. It is a place where the body sways with every beat, and feet move with every count. It is where eyes glisten with the flicker of the lights, and hands entwined with every sparkle of crystal chandeliers. You cannot hear the ticking of the clock because time wouldn’t matter. Everyone got invitations. The desired end is to find the right one who can jive with your every move, with the kind of dance you chose. I’ve been there for so many times, I cannot even count the moment I tripped and fell, but so what? I don’t really care. Until I found you, and from then on, I knew that going to that place was never a wrong decision.

I walked into the huge crowd, ‘til my eyes met yours. And as soon as I knew, I found myself walking towards you.

I never thought it was a coincidence meeting you. It was destined. I remember the day when I first saw you. It was a windy afternoon, a perfect timing to blend with my boring day on my grandfather’s house in Cavite. I was new in the place and just had a vacation after the tedious days I had at school. I thought that the place would be a perfect getaway from everything that reminds me of assignments, projects, exams, lectures and recitations. Well, yes, I freed myself from the tiring work, but the longer I stay in the house the more I find it to be dull. And so to escape boredom, I decided to go outside. I peek first and saw children roaming, running and playing. I wonder how they got that kind of energy after all the gentle sway of the cool wind that suggests people to stay in their house and sleep. And so I thought that maybe there’s something different that the wind brought to little kids. I stepped outside, got a chair, and sat. Nothing changes, until I saw you catching a glimpse of me from your house’s window. I looked at you, and as soon as you found out, you immediately looked away. And it planted a simple smile on my face. Yeah, it’s true. The cool, windy afternoon changed my mood, and my life as a whole.

And now, here we are, facing each other. The very first thing I notice is your eyes. Your staring eyes that soon became mine.

It was a rainy day of May – so ironic as to what I usually expected for the month. We were in a coffee shop. I noticed people talking – a group of girls laughing that one of them hit another maybe because of the immeasurable joy she felt with what they are talking, a guy having a conversation with a girl that eventually made the girl smile, another guy and girl busy typing something on their phones, a girl sipping through her coffee while looking at her watch. Everyone was busy looking for a reason to smile, some were waiting for their own happiness and others have already found happiness through the company they’re with. I looked at you, you seem nervous. You never said a thing. And so I broke the silence. I said “yes”. After hearing that, your eyes widen, and I was shocked when you hit the table, and shouted. “Yes!”

At first we feel uneasy to move. But we break the silence. You start moving, and I respond accordingly. The sweet, quixotic music begins to play. The lights find their way to shine upon us.

I remember experiencing the dilemma that most female teenagers encounter: the dilemma of how to tell people around you that you already have a boyfriend. I already have the feeling that it wouldn’t be easy to say to my family. I have been raised in a protective and conservative nature, but I know lying would not make things right. So I gather my strength, take a deep breath, call my mother who is working abroad that time and asked, “Ma, okay lang ba kung magka boyfriend na ako?” Surprisingly, she never got angry with what she heard. What’s even more surprising is that she allowed me, but reminded me to never focus too much with it, I am too young, I must finish my studies first – yes, the usual motherly advice a girl will hear from her mother. From that moment, my relatives knew about you. You also told your family about us, and they got no problem with that too. And so we became officially together.

They say that hips do a lot of work for a dance. And so we learn to sway along with the seductive rhythm of the music.

I remember the times we talk about our family. I am the only daughter from a broken family. You are the youngest among your five siblings. You always wonder how I manage to continue without the physical presence of my parents. I always answer, “kung magrerebelde ako, wala akong mapapala, hindi pa rin naman sila magbabalikan.” I told you I was the only hope of my mother. She is always looking forward for a brighter future ahead of me, and that someday I will help our family. You also said the same thing. You are the last hope of your oldest sister. I recall your mother saying that you really wanted to finish college and after that find a job. We knew it is heart-breaking for the ones who wish the best for us if we fail them. And with that, we always say to strive hard and just keep going.

We continue moving. It is a slow-quick-quick motion. So slow it sends a tingling signal to my nerve, so quick it makes my body shivers, as quick as it left us panting after every step.

Slow. What I can only recall is the way you wrap your arms around me on a rainy evening. The warmth I always long everytime the cool wind and teardrops of rain from the roof teases me. I’d rather have your arms enveloped on my body than a thick, lame jacket I am wearing. I’d rather have your body close than a blanket covering mine. Quick. A comforting feeling seeing someone smiling when you wake up. A soothing feeling when someone runs his fingers through your hair. A gratifying moment hearing someone saying “Good morning, beautiful.” Quick. How sweet it is to be able to know that there is someone who sees imperfection and yet considers her flawless.

As a leading partner, you have to maintain confidence throughout the dance, but there will always be a time where you will commit a wrong move. And as a following partner, I have to respond appropriately to correct your mistakes and get you back on track.

I hate you for making me hate you. I hate you for being late for the very first time. I hate you for being snob when you get things the wrong way. I hate you for being too jealous. I hate you everytime you say “bahala ka.” I hate you for not listening when I try to explain. I hate you for being mad on non sense things. I hate it when you do not know how to swallow your pride. I hate it when we fight over the phone. I hate it when you ignore me. I hate you for making me cry over the night. I hate it when you say sorry. I hate you for making me calm. I hate you for every hurt you caused me. But what I hate the most is staying with you. I hate it when I think your love is the only place I can only return to.

I made a wrong move. I thought it is natural to commit mistakes. I thought you will correct my fault. But you don’t. You let me tumble down. How could you? I fell, the music stop; the lights stop moving and provide a spot on me.

The only moment I recall is admitting my mistakes. I should’ve asked permission that night to go to a friend’s party and have fun. I shouldn’t have talked with my guy friend about how I am proud of having you as my boyfriend. You never believed me because the picture gave you a wrong message. You won’t listen. You never listened anyway. I tried to say sorry even if I have nothing to be sorry for. It’s my first time admitting something I did not really do just for the sake of calming you down. But it did not work; it will never work for you. How could you? How could you be so heartless?

I think falling down is enough to feel the hurt, but then I realize that what hurts most is seeing someone leaving. And I do everything to stop you from leaving. But you won’t; you won’t stay. The melancholic music starts playing. The lights start moving very slow as if looking for the guy I danced with.

It was a cold evening. I stay at the terrace of my room. I attempt to make things right for us again. I called you. I do not know if I am crazy and stupid for doing that move. The only thing I knew is I wanted you back. It hurts when I knew you care less of me. It hurts when your voice makes me feel like you don’t have the intention to fix things. I tried to cover the pain. But eyes won’t lie. It let out a teardrop. One at a time, and so they go flowing. I tried to cover the sound of sadness by my hands, but the strong wind blew and stopped them. I loss control and every tear is breath taking. But you never feel the same. I asked you if you love me but you said “Hindi ko alam. Hindi ko na alam.” Yes, you never feel the same.

Slowly, I attempt to stand up. But my legs are weak. And the moment I fall on the floor once more, someone offered his hand for help. It is the same hands that used to fill the spaces between mine. It is you, you come back for me.

We talked in a room. You let me explain. I don’t know if you’re listening, but I don’t care, I want to make myself clear. Again, I experienced another first. It is the first time I expressed myself truly for someone. I was not too expressive to people, there are many times when silence shows my sadness, and tears reveal how I am hurt. But you changed me. We were alone in the same room where we used to share memories. I ended up my explanation. The only thing I remember with what you said is, “…siguro pinakilala ako sa’yo ng tadhana para bigyan ka ng lesson. Pero kung tayo, tayo talaga.” And again, my sadness is replaced by silence. But I never thought silence could kill until I heard those words from you. And the hurt is substituted by tears. But I never thought tears could also kill until I saw you walked away.

You help me get up. I thought you are ready to continue and make a move. I am about to follow, but your movement is so strange. As soon as I found out, you let go of my hand, and take a step back. You leave again. Why? Why is that so?

From that moment, I realized, maybe you are right. I met you by destiny. Yes, maybe destiny used you to give me a lesson. It is painful to let go of the person you love the most. But it hurts more if that person is also the one who is giving you the reason to give up.

It is a joyous feeling to love someone.

It is fun to dance with someone.

But if the pain weighs more than love, would you still say that loving makes you happy?

But if you tripped and fell many times than gracefully swaying with the music, would you still say that dancing is fun?

I recall myself seeing you after the break up. I came back to the same place where we first met. I came to attend our friend’s birthday party. They still tease us and ask the reason why our relationship did not work. It’s just funny because laughing is the only thing we can answer to their question. I never know the exact reason why, if you know can you tell me now? The night deepens when you start talking with me. You ask few questions. The more you keep on talking with me the more they try to tease us. You sat beside me. I don’t know how to react. I never reacted. Maybe because I like talking with you too. I again saw the same eyes of yours. The same eyes that used to be mine. The same eyes that used to capture me.

I get up and held myself high; I stand up and take a deep breath. I planted a simple smile on my face. I walk across the place. And see you. You walk towards me, smiling. And the first thing I notice is the same eyes of yours.

Before something happens, I let go of the illusion. I smiled at you. I remember what you said the last time you left me, “kung tayo, tayo talaga.”

I smiled at you. You start offering your hand to me again, asking for another dance. But I realize something. My shoes are already worn out. And my feet are aching. I cannot bear to take another dance again.

So before I feel the same thing again, I bid good bye to you, and to our friends. I stand up, and look at you. The only thing I knew is I am doing the right thing. I start walking away.

So before I feel the urge to dance again, I bid good bye to you, and walk out. From then on, I never go back to that place. I thought the melancholic song and the shimmering lights faded, but they don’t. I can still hear the music, that same melancholic music; I can still see the lights, the same shimmering lights from afar, as if inviting me to dance again. But I want to stop first, so the next time we see each other, I’ll be ready.

Ready to see the same eyes that captured me, hold the same hands that filled mine, feel the arms that used to comfort me, hear the same voice that greets me in the morning, and see the same person who saw me as an imperfection yet consider me flawless.

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