⇾ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

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SUNDAY, MAY 15, 2022

Congratulations, you've made it to the end! Thank you so much for sticking around for another one of my books, I appreciate every single one of you!

At this point, I am in the middle of working on book three, and I am super excited for you all to read it in a few weeks! I don't know when it will be ready to be put out just yet, but as soon as I do, I will let you know!

Thank you so much for sticking around until the end of this book, and I can't wait for you to see what I have in store for Alexandria and George next :,)

That being said, tell me what you think! I'm always looking for ways to improve :)

Other than that, I think I'm signing off for today.

I do love you all dEaRLy,

-Lilly

P.S. As I did last time, I have decided to give you all a little sneak preview of book three, specially chosen by yours truly😎

Enjoy!

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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 26, 1969

Alexandria tried to get a hold on her emotions. Then, she wrapped her arms around George, squeezing him so tight that he thought he might die. He didn't mind, though. All he cared about was how Alexandria felt. As long as she was content and comfortable, he didn't care how he felt.

After a few minutes of silence, Alexandria pulled away. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against George's lips, needing to feel him close. George placed his hands on her hips and squeezed them, causing her to sigh against his lips in approval. "My parents made this all look so easy," George mumbled. Alexandria pulled away from him.

"What do you mean?" she asked, placing her hands on his thighs, making sure he knew that she had plans for the two of them later.

"They just loved each other, popped out a few babies, and gave us such a wonderful life," he said. "There was no miscarriage, no struggle. Why can't it be the same for us, Alex?"

Alexandria placed her hands on each of his cheeks and leaned her head forward, pressing their foreheads together. "I don't know, George," she said. "I really don't."

They both paused, their chests rising and falling as they breathed in unison.

"I bet it was hard for them too," Alexandria said. "Of course, you only saw your parents getting along. I only saw mine getting along too, but there must've been arguments. There must've been struggles." She paused. "You don't build a bond quite like theirs without it."

Alexandria's mother had loved her father until the moment that she took her very last breath, and part of her knew that her father loved her too. He'd been a right bastard after her death, but maybe that was just his sick way of grieving. She wasn't sure what he was doing now, she hadn't seen him in years because she had no desire to, but she still adored looking back on memories from her childhood.

She remembered every night that she'd crawled into Kathleen's bed while her parents sat at the foot of it, reading them stories until they were both asleep. She remembered the nights after dinner when they'd play music on the radio, or when some act would perform on television when her parents would dance together. They'd do the dishes together after dinner every single night, and talk in the kitchen while her mother made breakfast every single morning. That was what Alexandria loved to remember about her parents. The good times.

You didn't build up a beautiful relationship such as that without arguments or problems. Even now, when she visited George's family alongside him, she adored watching Louise and Harold. They were the world's perfect example of what a marriage should look like. They bickered to no end, but they loved each other more than words could describe. Alexandria and George both admired their marriage and how strong it still was after so many years. They could only hope that there was light at the end of the tunnel for them, and they prayed that the light was as clear as Harold and Louise. They prayed that someday, they'd live the peaceful life that George's parents lived. They had raised four healthy, happy children, and they continued to watch them grow, even now. Alexandria envied that. She hoped that someday, she'd be able to watch children grow just the same as Louise...and as of now, she had never felt closer to getting there.

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