Love Stories Who AreNow Lost

Love Stories Who AreNow Lost

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Anyway, I guess I could kinda sit here in my room and tell you particularly about somehow who seemed to break me apart somehow, however though this is no unique stories with fantasies of what's real, and what's not I simply tell the truth and I hope you all understand that in order to grow, we must all find our paths to ourselves.. Wait I don't think that quote goes the way, okay anyway ignore my peculiar thinking, I think it could be more formal if I read more, but the truth is that.. okay I suck. However, this is the story of me, well my life. I'm writing this because I really really just hope that someone just someone, in this world could just please understand me and not help me, in the way that I don't ever wanna be helped, I just want to help others, and be there for people, and help be able to deal with the heartbreak, and all because....if there's anything else that I could tell my past self it would definitely be this...
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I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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