Last Love
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Fri, Oct 9, 2020
Love isn't what most people think it is. Love is more then just a feeling . It's the thought of that person you spend every waking moment with, it's the goosebumps you get when they touch you, it's the smile they put on your face when your around them, the laughs you share, the sadness you both endured, the new things you've experienced, it's the feeling of your heart skipping beats when your with them. Being in love isn't something you think. It's something you know. If you know your in love with someone then you'll hold onto them for the rest of your life no matter what obstacle gets in the way. You'd give your life for that person. You wouldn't think twice about giving them your last breath so they could live the rest of their life. You'd give them your very last penny if it meant that they were supported. You'd do anything you possibly could for them if it meant they were happy.
~ Two teens who thought they'd never be in love again after being in heart shattering relationships, sign up on a dating app called Tinder. 18 year old Jilli and 19 year old Franklin almost give up hope on dating until one day they decided to swipe right and give love one more try.
This is their story. <3
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