My American Boy

My American Boy

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My magical story. Yes, it's about my life, at the beginning I wanted to write something to work on my English grammar, then I thouight to share my story. It's still going on, I don't know the end, you'll go with me through all my adventure. Are you interested how it started? Because I'm super curious how it ends... .................................................... My name is Julia and I'm from Poland. My mum give me an idea. I'm moving to USA! I've never had so many doubds and in the same time I've never been so happy. What happened after I came to Seattle? Who's the love of my life? I started writing my story in my 9th month in America. I want to start from the beggining, the idea, and go to the most important thing in all my story - my one and only boyfriend I've ever had feelings for.
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"Who says your life ends only when your heart stops? It ends even when there's a celebration around you." A marriage. To a man who had saved my parents' life. Their respect, their businesses, their home ... But at a cost. The cost being me. I was to be wed to a stranger. A Yade. His nationality, species, colour, eyes, skin... none of that ever mattered. The only thing that has ever mattered to me was that the man I marry be the man I have been dreaming about for six years. Six glorious years spread apart with memories that set my soul on fire and light my life up. Hope was a beacon and love was a companion I had lived with in every life. And now, I was to marry a stranger to save my parents' life. There was no real choice to make. Why show me how glorious my life could be, if I were never meant to live it?

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