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Mystery
As I was looking in the mirror I noticed I had dark circles under my eyes and it somehow made me look independent, sexy and mysterious it brought my dark natural eye lashes and dark green eyes to look as if I was going to kill some one but was I... But someone told me that looks can be deceiving and boy were that right, even so now look at me I'm...yet that doesn't matter anymore, all that matter is that I keep my distance and keep running no matter what because I can't stop, I just can't. Withal that same person told me no matter how much you run they will catch you &/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/&/ She has been running ever since she got involved with him,ever since they were together and now done with each other he couldn't be without her, and realized to late because she is ready to move on and by doing that is by running. But will the run ever stop? And what happens when she meets someone like him- perplexing!
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Dear Diary: 14/01/2019 Monday I can't believe my luck. After 6 long years of silence, after so much heartache and healing, I saw him today. The one who took my heart, the one I trusted to keep it safe, only for him to crush it beneath his spiked boots. Not literally-he never wore spiked boots-but the pain he caused me back then? It felt like he might as well have. I tried so hard to keep my expression neutral when I saw him, but I could feel it slipping. The surprise, the confusion, the sting of old wounds, all right there on my face. I wonder if my boss noticed. I wonder if he noticed. He looked different, of course. It's been six years, after all, but he seemed so calm, so composed... and I can't deny it-he looked good. Too good. It caught me off guard how attractive he still is, maybe even more so now. That sense of ease he carries... it's the kind of cool confidence that feels magnetic. Damn it, I hope I looked different to him, too. Better, stronger-like a woman who has come into her own. I hope he saw that and thought, "I lost something special." I'm trying to tell myself it doesn't matter, that this chance meeting was just that: chance. But there's this voice inside me, a quiet one at first, now growing louder, whispering, "What are the odds?" What are the chances that, after all these years, after all that we've both been through, we would cross paths again like this? It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. I'm practically married and my fiance is the one I've built a future with. But I won't lie-the thought of him, of what could've been, still echoes in my mind, and it's unsettling how easy those old feelings are to stir.

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