Sequel to Broken Love. Please read Broken Love before reading this! Every love story is different. I've always believed that. I've seen my friends, my family find that special someone. I've seen them meet, and fall in love, and some of them even got married. I've watched my favorite married couples interact and I remember always thinking, "Why can't I have that?" I know that when the time is right, I will find him. I'll feel that deep feeling within me. I'll feel something. I'll feel everything. I'll just know. I'll look at him one day and hell, if I'm lucky, he'll look back. And I'll just realize, "Holy shit, it's him. The person I've been looking for." It wasn't James. He moved on without me. But I've begun to realize something. I'd become to anxious of the future, so hurried to recreate the past, I'd forgotten to see what was right in front of me. I forgot to see the person who was always there hidden in shadow, tucked away in a corner of my heart. James had been kind and genuine just like him. They were both people who respected you, who wouldn't hurt you purposefully. But there was one difference. James wasn't him. He wasn't as unexpected as someone who'd always been there. He wasn't that someone who I'd scorned until I realized I didn't hate him. I had unexpectedly fallen in love with him.
32 parts