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I never really got over her she was the love of my life . ©#KCMmuoe

"Will you leave me alone? I really don't want to have anything do with you" "Come to my house tonight" "I won't come so get lost" "If I wait for you till midnight. I won't come back for you again. This story ends here" "Even if you wait till daybreak I will never come to you Liam". Liam runs his hand through his hair. He never thought it would be this difficult. This was why he never wanted to fall in love. He has never loved anyone except his mother and the people around him. "I'm not going to beg you"

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I felt like a thief, eavesdropping on Mary’s casual remarks and sneaking glances at the love and care that belonged to someone else, stealing glimpses of a happiness that wasn’t mine. In truth, Issa was right. I was the one who was never truly loved. “And these family photos,” Mary went on, “they’re from all kinds of moments in Mr. Henry’s life with his family. He looks at them often, so make sure you clean the frames carefully.” My eyes scanned over the photos. In each one, through every stage of their lives, Henry was there, present with them. And me? Other than our wedding picture, I had nothing. When I asked him about it, he simply shrugged it off, saying he didn’t like taking pictures.

“Vivian has a bad temper, so I’m taking her on a one-week vacation to help her relax. Tell the doctor to postpone your surgery until I get back.” Whenever Vivian threw a tantrum, he would shower her with tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation. However, when it came to me, even his apology amounted to a pathetic fourteen dollars and three cents. He still tried to romanticize it, claiming that the amount did not matter. It was the thought that counted. Those numbers had special meanings and it was his special kind of love for me. I used to believe nonsense like that. However, now I understood — follow the money and one would find where the love really was.

If they had come for me I never would have found the love of my life. The End

"You've got people in your life. You don't need me playing pretend. And I'm not in the business of turning exes into little sisters." Silence. Then soft sobs. "So... you still won't forgive me?" "You're wrong. I let go of you a long time ago. Not just the love—everything. Even the hate. The fact that you're still asking shows YOU haven't." I shook my head and blocked the number. On our wedding day, a few old classmates showed up, real smiles and warm congrats. At the head table, I'd saved a spot for Mr. Cortez. He kept saying looking out for me had all been worth it.

However, It looked like it had been decorated for lovers, I may have forgotten to give them that tiny detail. I opened the door, and slowly walked into the room, as soon as the door closed, classical music started playing. Damn it! I should have told them that it wasn't a date and that we weren't lovers, I thought, looking down in embarrassment. Confidence, keep your chin up, Amber had said. I took a deep breath and lifted my face, and there he was, looking so handsome and elegant in his grey suit and white dress shirt. This time, his hair slicked back with some strands left in front.

I’ll never forget the way you look tonight The lady in red, the lady in red I love you . . .