SOMETHING IN THE familiarity of finally stumbling upon that special someone gives meaning to every single piece of our story. To every stumble, every decision, every feeling that died in the attempt of being freed. The day I reluctantly walked back to my house because I forgot my umbrella probably had something to do with that twist in fate that allowed me to see you a night where, for some reason, I left my stubbornness behind and our eyes met. All I could do was let my feelings take the lead.
Some certainties settle upon the deepest sense of doubt, over the fragments of what never existed but forever endured.
Some love stories always exist, they only take a little bit longer to arrive.
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أدب الهواةThe relentless attention of the press, an age gap that raises many eyebrows and the ghosts of the past are only a few of the challenges Olivia and Harry must overcome when their lives collide. Could they ever be enough? ...
