Tangled Up In You

Tangled Up In You

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What happens when you love one person with all you have but they don't love you back? What happens when someone you least expect tells you they have feelings for you? Do you give that person a chance and forget your forbidden feelings or do you continue to hold out hoping there's a chance? Those are all the questions that Salem is trying to find the answers to. Excerpt: Have you ever been into someone you know you shouldn't be? I have and it sucks. The guy I want is not just any guy. It couldn't be something simple like falling for my best friend. No. That would be too easy. I had to take it up a notch. Now don't get me wrong, the guy I fell for is one of my best friends and has been for years. However, that's not the real messed up part. The messed up and complicated part is, he's my sister's husband. Ryan Sitkowski. *Author's Note-Sorry I suck at summaries. I hope you enjoy. Please R&R. DISCLAIMER! ANY AND ALL MUSIC LYRICS THAT YOU MAY READ IN THIS STORY ARE NOT MINE! ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AMAZING ARTISTS THAT CREATED THE SONGS! *
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Some people arrive quietly. No fireworks. No background music. Just a look. A name. A violet shirt in a white room. You don't realize it's the start. Not until you're too far in. I didn't fall for him the way stories say you should. There was no moment of knowing. Just a slow ache that built between library tables and half-finished coffee cups. The kind of love that feels like a question no one teaches you how to ask. We were never official. Never obvious. We were playlists. Eye contact. A sentence that almost sounded like confession-until it didn't. And somewhere in that space between almost and never, I became someone I didn't recognize. Someone quieter. Smaller. And then... someone who walked away. This is not a story about the guy I ended up with. This is about the one I couldn't have. The one who arrived too late. The one who taught me that not all love stories need a happy ending- Some just need a girl who finally chooses herself. And this time, I did.

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