What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
Ana Rose embarks on a new journey as a secret agent. Although she...
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I wanted you more than life, and I think about it all the time. You were my ray of light, my guide through lonely nights. You said you were in love, but I guess I was not enough. You left me in the shades, and now our light will fade away...
November is a nightmare that will chase me after all you've done, I'm sorry, November; just wake me when you're gone. Is there someone who can help me change the calendar? I don't want to remember you, November. To me, you don't exist anymore. I'm sorry...
Weeks have passed since I left through those gates, casting one last glance at the woman who shattered my world. It has been a tormenting time—filled with sleepless nights, a lack of interest in food, and an overwhelming sense of emptiness that consumes me whole. I would be lying if I said it doesn't hurt like hell. Leaving her wasn't just a choice; it felt like a part of me was ripped away. I had to push her into the waiting arms of her fiancé, even though it tore me apart. But deep down, I knew that's where her heart truly belonged. It was an agonizing decision, one that still echoes through my entire being. It feels unbearable to know her with him, it's like a pain that lingers and slieces deep, haunting me every moment.
There are times when I find myself longing to crawl back to her, to lose myself in the comfort of her sweet lies, just to experience the illusion of her love once more. But then reality hits me—every memory of the pain she brought me rushes back, reminding me that those fleeting moments of warmth never outweighed the constant suffering within me. Somehow, I know that surrendering to that temptation will only pull me back into a cycle of hurt.
I feel utterly lost and achingly lonely, with no clear path ahead of me. It feels as though I've endured the loss of my family not once, but twice, and the pain of reliving that experience is unbearable.
I planned to move to Europe, as far away from her as possible. Before embarking on my journey, I decided to seek solace in a hotel, a temporary retreat that felt safer. I was haunted by the fear that Ana might show up at my door. The last thing I wanted was to confront the one person I desperately wanted to erase from my mind. Yet, deep down, I know that no matter how many miles I put between us, I will never truly be able to forget her...
I've isolated myself, shutting out the world around me, reluctant to face anyone or anything. I've let sorrow envelop me, surrendering to my tears. With Christmas approaching, my heart aches even more. The thought of spending the holiday alone in this hotel room feels like a crushing weight, as if the four walls are closing in and suffocating me in this silence.
As the first delicate snowflakes begin to fall over the city, I steer my car toward a cozy, secluded café, finally mustering the courage to meet Nate. The moment I step inside, I'm enveloped by the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the inviting warmth of the space. Christmas carols fill the air, creating a festive background that clashes sharply with the chill and emptiness within me.
