Love.
A strange word.
In a strange world.
Filled with strange people.
Doing strange things.
What is this strange contraption that people cry over, change themselves for, chase the globe for?
Is it really that precious? That invaluable?
Will I ever find out?
Do you even find love?
Does everyone find love?
Is this journey to love even worth it?
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i'll probably edit this tho
but thank for choosing this story
it means a lot
it is quite a bit of a slow burn or maybe it isn't
thank you tho
bye
:)
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Metanoia: A journey
Romance"Hi," I said, faintly, so the teacher wouldn't hear, "My name's Isolde. What about you?" He seems shaken. "I'm sorry, if I'm creeping you out. You don't have to answer. Sorry for disturbing you." I turn around to face the board again. "Karter. Wit...