Endless Summer: Find Me
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SNOW WANTS TO ESCAPED FROM EVERYTHING JUST TO FORGET HER PAST. SHE WANTS TO TRAVEL TO MAKE HERSELF BUSY BUT WHEN SHE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF HER RECOVERY HER WORST NIGHTMARE CAME BACK AND SHE'S TRAPPED. SHE 'S BRILLIANT BUT PIGHEADED, SHE'S FUNNY BUT OBNOXIOUS, SHE'S OUTGOING AND TRUE, SHE'S LUSTY BUT HEARTLESS. EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED AND THEN ONE DAY THE UNEXPECTED DAY CAME AND SHE OVERCOME THOSE PROBOEMS AND SHE EXPLORE THE WORLD AND TREASURED EVERY SINGLE MEMORIES SHE WILL MAKE AND SHE'S FACING HER FEARS WITHOUT A DOUBT SHE'S BRAVE AND SHE FINDS HER TRUE HAPPINESS WITHOUT HESITATION . "TREASURE THOSE WHO LOVES YOU AND THOSE PERSON YOU LOVE THE MOST BEFORE ITS TO LATE"
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
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A young woman had been struggling with feelings of being unwanted and unloved. She often felt alone, as if no one was by her side. Each day was a challenge, and the weight of her solitude seemed overwhelming. Despite her efforts to connect with others, she felt overlooked and unappreciated, as if she were invisible to those around her. She yearned for a sense of belonging and acceptance. One day, her path crossed with a kind-hearted individual. From their first encounter, she sensed a warmth and understanding that she had been missing. As they spent more time together, the young woman discovered a refuge in this person's presence. Their companionship provided the solace and support the woman had been craving. With this newfound connection, she found the courage to confront her inner struggles and rediscover her own self-worth. In this person's embrace, the young woman learned to embrace her resilience and recognize the beauty within herself.Abgeschlossene Geschichte![The Day After My Dream [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/15716137-256-k548545.jpg)
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Ang PaGIBIG mo Saken ay Parang PANAGINIP Lang Sobrang Sarap Maramdamn Pero sobrang Sakit kase hindi namn ito MAKATOTOHAN ---JASSIEAbgeschlossene Geschichte
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Sometimes, love doesn't arrive loudly. It comes quietly-disguised as a stranger. He wasn't supposed to matter. But somehow, he became her routine, her prayers, her future. They built dreams, shared moments, and believed in a once upon a time that felt unbreakable-until one day, everything stopped. Now she's left with memories she doesn't know how to let go of, and a story that never reached its happily ever after. This is a story about unexpected love, unfinished endings, and the kind of connection that stays-even when the person doesn't. I will never stop chasing you. * * * This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.
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"Love is not always about staying. But to let go even if you are no longer the happiness of that person. Love is not about gender. It's about two hearts beating as one" Written by Syne_Sync Dati, akala ko madali lang ang lahat sa pag-ibig. You can fall in love easily, with just a stare, a smile, even a heartbeat. Sabi ng iba, may choice ka naman daw. And remembering how things happened between you and me, I just......fell. Hindi naman pala sa kahit may choice ka, you wont fall eventually. Because I did. And once and for all, ikaw lang ang minahal ko ng ganito. But how could you leave me? Gayung pinaglaban naman kita! And now you will come back into my life like nothing happened? Because all you could say you are still into me? Dapat pa ba akong sumugal? O ibaon na lang sa limot ang lahat ng kahapon natin na pilit kong binabalikan...
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"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
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