Não foram mentiras

Não foram mentiras

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A coisa mais difícil de se convergir nesse mundo é a reciprocidade em relação as afeições ou melhor dizendo usando aquela palavra radical, em relação ao amor. Saiba que alguns vão viver o sonho dos outros, vão tocar e deslizar pela pele que tu tanto anseias, vão ter conversas e aventuras com quem tu sonhas. Assim é o mundo, uma fábrica que não realiza desejos. Nunca foram nomes comuns, nunca foram garotas comuns, Ashia, peculiar, amou-a mesmo não amando-a. Ambos queriam viver o que podiam um do outro assim foi, demorou para acontecer, ela amou-o, ele soube amá-la.
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Olivia made her decision. She was finally here. She decided to accept Jose's invitation for this one chance to show her what being with him was like. One weekend. One time. BOOK EXPERT: But as the reality of what she was doing sunk in she began to wonder if she could really do this. There were a million variables to them being together this weekend. Or in the future for that matter. She was miserable in a relationship she had been in for 20 years, while Jose had recently gotten out his own 20-year relationship. She wasn't in a space to date anyone especially not Jose. He was so kind and sensitive, that she often found herself unable to stay away from him. Even when she knew she should. At work she would email him if too much time had gone by. She thought about him constantly but never ever believed she would act on it. But here she was. At his house. Alone. For the weekend.

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