And now I knew why.
Jacques was my other half, the red to my blue. He was the motivation for my dreams, my muse. I could live without him. But I didn't want to.
And fortunately for me,
It looks like I don't have to.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
