The One Who Stole My Heart

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I could never really figure out his secret to the spell he had me under. Why no matter where I was or who I was with, I would never want someone like I was drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he understood every detail about me so well or the way his dreamy dark brown eyes sparkled when he laughed at my stupid jokes. Maybe it was because he was always the antidote to my frowns or the way he made everything else in the world disappear when he kissed me. Whatever it was, all I knew was that he made me happy in a way no one else ever could, he made me laugh in times where I thought my tears had no end and most of all, in this cruel and dangerous world, he made me feel safe when I was with him.

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