So I guess you could call this luck, or fate. but to me, It was a miracle. his blonde hair sparkled in the sun. his eyes twinkled in the moonlight. it was almost like a fairy tale. almost. he was with some other girl while I cried myself to sleep every night. did he love me, or love me not? this was always the question I asked myself. but how could I know for sure? no Idea. now a miracle is what I need.
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Prologue
FanfictionHe was perfect. I was a wreck. Together we make okay. Almost okay. Besides his girlfriend Brooke. God, I want to hurl. She is such a snob. Be he'll never love me. Well at least Ill never know! Does he love me or love me not?
