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"How would you describe it?" She asked.

"A fire that would not die, a never ending rain, A snow that would not rest."

"It was that real?" I smiled and then the butterflies erupted as they always did when I thought of you.

"Yes, for me, it was that real."

Excerpt from a book I will never write #5 // One-sided love: a tale of unrequited love

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