A reflective shard of glass was what my love relationship had revolved around.
Peter and I, we were so alike it was as if we were a mirror of each other. For some strange reason, we found ourselves in each other, and could understand one's saying with a simple nod of the head. Share deep thoughts and secrets that no one else would be able to. Neither one of us would even crack a grin at one's attempt to tell a witty pun, hilarious pickup line, or silly jokes that would bring any normal person to the state of knee-slapping and cackling, laying on the floor in a fetal position. Instead, we would laugh at deep quotes, scary stories, lame movies, and nerdy science experiments we would randomly conduct.
Maybe that's also why we were attracted to one another. We were far from normal, but that just made our love THAT much more perfect.
Yes, I think it is safe to say that the love I felt for Peter was just as strong on his part, to me. I would have been falling harder and harder each day and thoughts of marrying him would be clouding my mind 24/7, had something severe not come up.
If only my heart didn't shred to pieces.
If only Peter was the same as he'd always been.
If only Peter hadn't died.
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The Heartbroken Lovers
Teen FictionAmie Waters was nothing ordinary. After the dreadful accident occurring one summer day, her life fell apart. She became depressed beyond belief, wishing her life would end. During her bumpy ride through life, she meets Noah Andrews, the quiet mess o...
