Flavored

Flavored

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Romance
Everybody has their own favorite Ice cream. Maybe chocolate? Strawberry? Mint chocolate chips? Rainbow sorbet? Or the simplest of all Vanilla? Just like every ice cream we are FLAVORED. We all have different personalities. That what makes us unique. It makes us who we are. It defines us. The toppings merely adds a little joy in our lives and as we expected, it tends to change. It may be good or bad. Although, sometimes we always like to go back and try it one more time. Flavored isn't a love story it's a story about love, change and acceptance. (Ps: I don't know what the hell I just wrote on my description. I hope it make sense to you)
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I believe that each of us deserves a chance at love. And I know it sounds silly that there's someone out there for everyone but I believe in love. Now I know some say there's no such thing as true love, that it all ends in heartbreak and pain, but I think that's the beauty of it. To have something so perfect for such a short while, and then for it to disappear into nothing. It's an endless loop, never-ending, always on the move. You never know where it will take you. That's the thing about love, it's so beautiful and mysterious and magical. I believe we all deserve a chance at love because we deserve something magical. And for me, my magic started at a simple Ice Rink one cold night. Because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. Because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addition to the man I was born to find. For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breather, immune and oblivious to darkness. This story has mature parts. The mature parts have an asterisk.

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