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I just let it go. I lay down on the sofa and took the pocket book I just bought. The title of the story is 'Eternally (Just bBe Mine)'. Based on its plot, it was about a girl named Bernadette who experienced heartbreak, when the man she loves chose her cousin — Lizbeth to be it's wife. What a pitiful woman. Imagine, the man you love the most, chose your cousin instead of you to be his wife, theat was so fucking painful.

Sophia Celastio I love reading so much, it’s like going to a different world to me. We can imagine how the girl looks like and the boy looks like and how they build their relationship. I love it. It’s an addiction. I never read Romeo and Juliet because it has a sad ending, I hate sad endings. I love a story such as The Last Song, She’s the Man, Bridal Waves and the list goes one. Twisted story but with happy endings in the end.

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It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

Hoping that one day I'll have someone to cherish and love. Moving swiftly to where my book collection was, I picked one that was titled, 'Perfect Chemistry' by Simone Elkeles. The love story of Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes is so beautiful. Two people from two different worlds falling in love has to be the most endearing sight ever. Maybe one day I might experience such love, until then I need to pack up these books before Natalie gets here. Putting all the books in a box, I checked the time on my phone and it was past 4 pm. I decided to wash up before she got here.

“She made the right choice though, I would have never —“ “Can we not do this right now?” I breathed. “Sure, um, we can read a book?” Moore waved ‘Me before You’ in my face. “Why is this your favorite book anyway?” Moore quirked up his eyebrow. “Because it is the most realistic love story that I have ever read” I commented sharply. “Not every story ends up happily ever after and with everyone together,” I added and my eyes stung with tears. “Sometimes, there is so much distance, that you can barely breathe. That their presence begins to choke you and love is not enough, because you realize that the noise from outside can overpower the harmony within.”

Their love had withstood the tests of time, and as they took their last breaths, their souls ascended, forever entwined in an eternal embrace. Their love story became a whispered legend, passed down through the generations. And in the moonlit nights of Ravenswood, where it all began, the spirits of Isabella and Damien continued to dance, their love shining brightly in the hearts of all who believed in the power of love's enduring enchantment.

Their love story, a testament to the enduring power of connection, trust, and shared dreams, was a beacon of hope and inspiration for all who knew them. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Hazel and Alex felt a profound sense of gratitude for the life they had built together. Their love story, a tapestry woven with threads of laughter, challenges, and unwavering love, was a testament to the beauty of a life lived with an open heart and a shared commitment to creating a world filled with love, compassion, and hope.

*“My dearest J, If I could go back, I would choose you every single time. I see your face in the morning light, hear your laughter in the silence. They told me it was wrong. That we were wrong. But how can something so true be a mistake? I should’ve run after you. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve been the man you needed me to be. I write these now because I never stopped loving you. Yours, even when I’m gone, Kenneth.”* I couldn’t hold the tears back this time. They came like the tide steady, unrelenting. The love we lost wasn’t just memory. It lived here, in ink. In confession. In regret.