Novel & Cerita Its Like A Polaroid Love

Well those are absolute lies. Everyone of us is fit to be loved... No matter our stories, our past or our present... Love is never impossible for anyone, we just have to look closely to find it... Who knows, it might just be an apartment away from you... My name is Bliss Carnap and this is where I drop my pen! . THE END

"I love you too. More than yesterday, less than tomorrow." THE END

" I love you so much " Pearl froze. She now knew he was not playing around. She could see seriousness in his eyes. She opened her mouth but nothing came out of it. She looked around for an escape, but it seemed there was nothing to save her. She wanted some time to think of a reply. " Ah.. Am.. Ummm.. Actually… I.. I like.. I like the weather.. No, what am I saying.. I like ice cream.. And…maybe some…hot potato..? "

I just kept swallowing He took the note from my hand and looked at it. Gosh this is so embarrassing Me : it's... I didn't... Andy: do you like me? I mean, the second type of like that leads to love Now that came like a bomb Of course I like you, why would I write that. I like you Andy I didn't reply though Andy: .... Because I like you Me: wait what... Andy: I like you. The second type of like Me: wait what...

Yvette took a step forward. Tristan grabbed her arm. “It’s not real. That’s a memory shell. A loop.” But the girl was crying. Bleeding from her palms. Wearing a dress that matched the one in the portrait Elise burned long ago. “He chose me,” the girl said. “And now he’s choosing you.” Then she vanished. And the mirror cracked. --- They climbed back out in silence. Back into the old bedroom. But something was waiting. On the bed now, placed with reverent care, was Elise’s locket. The one Yvette had lost in the fire ten years ago.

The first picture is their two hands holding each other, as you can clearly see their wedding rings, then the background is the super many padlocks. The next picture on the collage is the two of them, the girl is bowing and the guy is kissing the girl's forehead, they are holding hands and they look super sweet. Next photo is them locking the padlock on my wall and the last photo says it all, kissing they and the background are the padlocks. I also read the caption and hashtags in the post before I uploaded my I*******m. "Our love for each other will be forever locked." Then my padlock icon.

theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear the

Inside is a framed picture. There are little circles and lines and letters that form a sort of triangle shape. I take a minute to figure it out, but I realize it’s a chemical structure. Below the picture, in red calligraphy letters, it says, ‘This is love.’ The ‘o’ is in the shape of a heart. When I look closer, I can see everything was hand drawn and painted. It’s beautiful. “Zara, d-did you make this?” I run my fingers over the glass,, gawking at the drawing. “What chemical is it?”

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Ruby's POV The Polaroid slipped from my numb fingers, fluttering down to slap against the desk like a venomous spider. My skin burned everywhere the paper had touched. My lungs locked up. I couldn't pull air in, and I couldn't push it out. All I could see was that red cross slashing straight across the photo of my stomach, mocking the tiny life curled safely beneath my ribs. "Ruby? Hey, what's that?"