My life choices

My life choices

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Because to love another means loving yourself first. Something I wasn't able to do. What the heck is love anyways?. . . . . This is basically a story or happenings of my life that has in a way changed me as a person. . . . I'd like you to give it a read and maybe you may relate or find a pattern. U may even be cautioned so that you do not make the mistakes I did. . . . But other than that u'll find a lot of sarcasm and coolness in this book. I'll do my best to make it seems bareable. . . . To all you souls out there who read it till the end.. May God bless you and your families for generations to come. Love you . . . Also please read the authors note it's very important, especially for some of you out here who need to hear it n need it. You'll get me once you read it.
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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