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Isn't it funny how someone who used to be a complete stranger can be so much more in such a short amount of time?
Isn't it funny how you can't see that person you love with all your heart is the exact same stranger you had just met not that long ago?
Isn't it funny how we perceive people completely differently after getting to know them?
It's almost impossible.
It's not just the emotions or the way someone looks that changes. It's something more. There's something more to it than just that.
It's so hard to understand.
It's like something subconscious in your mind that you can't control. You see someone who you don't know. And then you see someone who you've spent what feels like ages with. And they're the same person.
But they're not. They're two completely different people.
That's what happened with Caleb. And that's what happened with Jay.
Those are the thoughts that kept running through her head.

Based on a true story.All Rights Reserved

abuse break-up cheating emotional fear lies love mental-illness pain relationships romance sad true-story

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Chapter One | Strangers
Wed, Nov 14, 2018

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Chapter One | Strangers
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