Romans & histoires Taylor Swift A Perfectly Good Heart

It was a brown box and when she opened it a beautiful eye-catching thing came out. There was a cylindrical shaped glass piece with its top curved and bottom having hard plastic. Inside there it had thermocol balls in very tiny pieces giving a snowy texture and between them there was a small girl holding a rose in one hand and in the other hand holding her heart in front of a well cladded suit man. There were two small buttons at the bottom one made the colourful dim lights on with Taylor Swift song ‘Lover’ played on it. And a smile cracks on her face while tears shred down more. She then switches on the other button, turning off the music and playing an audio note while nibbling on her lips

I took my phone and texted her P: Salut, where are you? ( Hey) E: Hello, I went to check one of my patient P: Oh sorry E: It's okay love! Do you want anything? P: can you get me a LYRICSANDPAPER with lyrics of 'I did something bad' E: By Taylor Swift? P: Yeah... I want to make it up to Luke, I was disrespectful towards him yesterday E: Ohh hey the lyrics aren't good as your intention P: I know but it's the most badass song of her

He held her tender hands and she hummed. This singular moment that felt like the perfect bridge of a Taylor Swift love song was enough to make everything seem worth it. All the struggles and the trials and the twists they faced—the controversies and the dangers, it all led to this and for once, she'd like to think that it was worth it. Everything for this. For a truly deserved happy ending. -

“YOU ARE NEXT,” While I was flipping through the pages, a card fell to the floor. I crouched down, and an excruciating pain I'd been ignoring hit me on my thigh; I shut my eyes as I picked up the card. The location and the time were written on the paper. I knew the location. “The day after tomorrow at Ray’s warehouse. Why?” I paused momentarily. Furiously, I threw the paperback against the wall. ‘Are you fucking with me?”

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Back then, I'd been brave and filled with love, and it was only now that I realized this song was a hymn to love itself and not a tribute to William. When the last note ended, Lucas clapped wildly and even pulled out a pen and paper to ask for my autograph. His antics made me laugh. "I'll write you a new song." The one I'd written for William didn't suit him. He suited something bright and cheerful, like a boy who never knew sorrow. Lucas recorded my performance. "Let's start a YouTube channel. I'm sure people will love your music." I looked out the window, where the sun was shining bright. It was a beautiful day.

Drake had a smile plastered on his handsome face on his way back home. He couldn't have been more happy than how he was today. How she talked to him. How she looked at him and that smile, that weakness of his, tugged at his heart in strange ways. He knew what his feelings were. He wasn't confused by them at all, because he knew he had fallen in love. This was his second time falling in love, but the first time that his heart felt that way. He won't make her give up on him this time. He will keep her and make her his.

I opened the envelope and inside is a carnation paper. "It says, Thank you for your time touring me around the Montromey Kingdom and sorry for leaving saying no words and bid goodbye. I wish to see you again one day to formally apologize, anyway that poem you said is something that bothers me. I didn't know either I know that poem or did I read somewhere that is why I felt chilled for a moment in shock the moment you recited it. The beauty of the sky is unparalleled like you that is unmatched by anyone. The twinkling of the star, the light of the moon, the rising and setting of the sun, the dancing of the clouds in the sky. It gives irresistible beauty just like you gives joy and happiness,

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

I can feel the flush across my face as hundreds of pairs of eyes are now staring in my direction. “This one is for you beautiful Abby James, courtesy of your man Taylor here.” Dave sends me a wink before stepping back and starting to play. I recognise the opening chords to ‘But Honestly’ and my heart melts. I feel Taylor wrap his arms around my waist tightly as he sings along softly into my ear. When he gets to my favourite part of the song, ‘And tonight I thank the stars / As I count my lucky scars / For everything you've given me’, I feel tears of joy falling down my face.