Like an abstract painting, love is never a straight line. It is layers of color, broken shapes, unfinished strokes, and moments that only make sense when seen from afar. Two women walk through life on separate canvases, each searching for a place where their heart can rest. Along the way, they meet people who seem right but every connection fades, leaving behind fragments of lessons, longing, and quiet heartbreak. The people they love are not mistakes... they are brushstrokes that shape them, teaching them what love is and what it is not. As time passes, their once-separate stories begin to blend. What seemed like random splashes of fate slowly reveal a hidden composition. In the silence after all the noise, they find each other... not as two incomplete souls searching to be fixed, but as two works of art that finally make sense together. It's never about the people they lost. It was about the masterpiece they became when their paths finally crossed. ___________________________ Warning: This story contains mature scenes and languages. If this is not your forte, then you're free to go. One more thing, I'm not a pro writer so please bare with my errors and all. Thank you ❤️🌈

Frances Montejar was determined in her desire to reclaim her childhood ex-boyfriend, Miguel "Migs" Fuentabella. However, upon Migs' return from the United States, Frances was taken aback and disheartened to discover that he had come back with an additional complication - a new girlfriend, Louise Lavapiez. The situation between Frances and the new girlfriend quickly intensified, but she was unprepared for the unexpected revelation that Louise held significant ties to her past. Will this revelation transform the animosity Frances harbors towards Louise into something entirely different?

Falling in love is not rational.