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And then is when I realised that this is not the life I want to live. That is not what I was made for. I was made to perform without being scared of other people's opinions. I knew that there will always be a judgment behind every one of my moves but I also knew that I was strong enough to make it through. What I knew was wrong. I wasn't strong enough, I was weak. Really weak. But I made it through in my own way, and from that I learned the real meaning of life. Life is not about how strong or weak you are. Life is about how you will go through it with your personality and your strength! But what really helped me get through life was the power of belief.
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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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