This story is not just a collection of words, it's my life. A life tangled with attraction, affection, love, hope, trust, worship, and obsession.
Loving you has been the hardest thing I've ever done, especially when that love was never returned the same way.
But love isn't always fair. And I know that this isn't the end. There's still more suffering, more struggle, and more pain waiting ahead.
But if, somehow, you're there at the end of it all, then every moment of suffering will be worth it.
I pause the story here, not because it's over, but because I don't know where it's headed.
"Everything is destiny-except the end."
This is the end of a chapter, not the story.
"It can never truly end until I make you mine."
I hope, someday, you'll leave a few of your curls loose again, intentionally, so I can tuck them behind your ear one last time.
This isn't the conclusion. It's just the first half. I skipped all the people and moments that didn't matter, because in the end,
"It's all about you."
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It's all about Her
RomanceWhat a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. I...
