Novel & Cerita Taylor Swift A Perfectly Good Heart

Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20. It wasn’t until later that I found out Felix had signed an organ donation form long ago. **May 17, XXXX** *Chloe’s heart condition flared up again today. It scared me to death. The doctor said she really needs a transplant, but we can’t find a match.* **July 14, XXXX** *I turned 18 today. I signed the organ donation form, but I didn’t tell her. This way, she has another chance to live.*

, Sky said happily as she grabbed his hand. Soon they were on the dance floor. Their favourite song "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran was being played. Elliot pulled her closer to him and placed both of his hands on her back. Sky too placed both of her hands around his neck and they started dancing slowly. "Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time

She murmured as her own thoughts scared the hell out of her. She rinsed the soap and changed into comfortable clothing. Lauren was also done freshening up so they cooked together. Tylor Swift's 'Blank Space' was beaming through the speakers. ~Nice to meet you, where have you been? I could show you incredible things Magic, madness, heaven, sin Saw you there and I thought Oh, my God, look at that face! You look like my next mistake Love's a game, wanna play?~ Elysia felt like the song was just portraying her feelings. 'Is it too early to move on? Is it okay for me to think about some man?' She was scared of her own heart.

Presence of body, soul, and heart! Sophie pressed the button for the hotel's terrace elevator several times nervously. She checked her appearance in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Her makeup was impeccable, enhancing her strong points discreetly. Her hair, tied up in a well-made ponytail, perfectly matched the super-sexy dress and ankle boots she had brought along, even though she thought she probably wouldn't get the chance to wear them. She smiled, thinking that in the end, sometimes women's habit of packing more clothes than necessary wasn't such a bad thing.

But perhaps it was unnecessary—he would be completely absorbed in the company’s affairs. Her reflection was interrupted by a sudden tap on her shoulder. “Emma! Look!” She turned to see her best friend, Miranda, practically bouncing with excitement, holding her phone high. The screen displayed the latest news coverage of Grayson’s return. “Aahh… look at those legs and broad shoulders!” Miranda squealed, eyes sparkling as she scrolled through the photos. “And that jawline! That expression! I can’t—he’s just… perfect!” Emma continued wiping down the counter, lost in thought.

She almost wished she could hear him, feel him walking closer, his footsteps echoing in her mind as if he were already there. She let out a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly, savoring the small relief it gave her. But it wasn’t enough. Her heart was still pounding, the thrill of her success vibrating through her chest. “You still care,” she whispered to the quiet room. The words were soft, almost a murmur. But to her, they felt like the truth. You still care, Alexander. It was the only thing that mattered right now.

She couldn't be rude as that would bring more hate. The tickets to her shows were sold out as soon as they came on the market. All shows were sold, all her live, radio and acoustic programmes went hits and remained on top charts for weeks! Her singing style was happy and fresh and her lyrics were felt by everyone, equally. She sang with her heart. She gave her best in every performance. Even her haters knew what was coming for them.

It wasn't even his intention to cheat on her and marked someone that isn't her. "Okay, I love you too... Scarlette."

And I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me What good are words when they always just get in our way And it hurts the most just to know that you don't feel the same, the same So sometimes I get down on my knees and I pray things will change But life is what happens when things they don't work out our way, our way So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid, mm 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away, away I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that y

“You’re quick.” “And you’re stubborn Sir.” That was very bold of her. I watched her went down after she had putted me on my boring wheel chair, I push the control button and manage to navigate myself in the front window of my room, I press a button and the curtains were divided in two and revealing the enthusiastic sun shine. The light is blinding or my eyes are not used to look at things this bright after I hid myself inside my loft for months. “Hello Sun, are you that happy today to shine this bright? How can you be so happy being alone there in the sky?” the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze.