Broken Love [COMPLETED BUT EDITING]

Broken Love [COMPLETED BUT EDITING]

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Sometimes in life we all need a simple, typical story to get us through the day. A cliched overly done high school romance. Sure you've heard the same damn story fifty times from fifty different people but it gets you every time. This is the story of Meera Mahadev. She grew up in a sheltered home, in a small school with few cute guys. She didn't know how the real world worked until high school started. When Meera started high school, she immediately fell for ... one, two, three guys! So how come by the end of freshman year she wants none of them? That special someone was like a snowstorm in March. It just happened. The warnings appeared when it was too late. Her heart was stolen in a flurry, before she knew it. But would it fix her broken pieces or break them more?
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Some stories begin with a kiss. Ours began with a handshake and silence. He wasn't supposed to mean anything-just a classmate, a stranger, a passing name. But somehow, he became the boy who made me feel everything. The one I texted when I didn't know what to say. The one I looked for in crowded rooms without meaning to. The one who sat beside me once on a bus...and never really left. This isn't a perfect love story. There were no grand gestures, no dramatic declarations, and no promises. Just two people, slowly breaking and becoming, in a world that never stopped moving. He wasn't mine. But he felt like home.

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