Only Time Will Tell

Only Time Will Tell

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., avr. 27, 2020
"I had to give up! I would have killed myself if I had stayed any longer..." "You could have wrote or anything... You just didn't give enough of a damn to get back in contact with me." "I tried! I never got any letters back. Besides, you are married to her. Obviously I met nothing to you." Amelia and Victor were the best of friends growing up. Their mothers were extremely close, so naturally they've been attached at the hips since birth. Growing up, Amelia was a very happy child and had always had a little crush on Victor that bloomed with age. However, after she moved to her grandmother's house, they lose contact. Seven years later, she moves back into town. She has changed a lot over the years, but one thing that hasn't changed is how much she loves him. Will he be able to love her back? Will she be able to accept him after what he has done? Only time will tell.
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Twelve years ago, he drove away with my heart in his hands. I've moved on since then. Or so I thought. Growing up in a small town, there weren't too many options when it came to friends. But, even in a sea of a million, I'd always choose Jake Jameson. I felt safe with him. Safe with my secrets, my dreams and eventually - my heart. I thought we'd have forever together. That was a long time ago. I thought I'd forgotten those piercing blue eyes and the sound of his laugh. I tried to obliterate the memory of his touch from my mind. But, one single glance, as he stands at my door, twelve years later, and I'm suddenly transported back to a simpler time when love was easy, and my heart was whole. The problem? I'm marrying his best friend.

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