I can't really grasp the concept of love. People love lots of different things,you know?
Their parents, friends, boyfriend or girlfriend, religion and themselves. Love I guess is a lot of things. A simple 'good morning' text or a bouquet of roses at your doorstep.
For some people it can be a simple smile from across the room. Even a glance will do.
My name is Zara. Zara Larsson. I'm 'normal'. I'm not a cancer patient, I'm not the 'unpopular girl' that the hot bad boy of the school fell for.
And I was never even homecoming queen.
I have three best friends and two parents. I'm "nothing special", just like my high school teacher once told me when I told her what my aspirations in life were.
I'm one in a billion people in the world. But I have a story. A story about how I found a story. A story that wasn't only containing and revolving around me. But one that revolved around us.
YOU ARE READING
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Romance"Love, life isn't just about lounging in the sunshine." She frowned. "It's not?" He chuckled. "Yeah, it's also about learning to dance in the rain"
