we agree on nothing and disagree on almost everything. isn't love supposed to be magical? hearts and bear hugs, sweet movie dates, neverending kisses, being on cloud nine and being up late at night? yet with you, i feel like i'm a soldier, always on a battleground, trying to defend and protect myself - my heart- and salvage whatever 'me' is still there.
tell me, when did our love become a war?
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Historia Cortasmall ideas for you to use in your own books... DISCLAIMER- not all ideas are mine, so yeah :)
