The Man in the White Shirt

The Man in the White Shirt

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Do you believe that we all can find that one PERFECT person? Well, Angelica Summers never did. That is, untill she met him. The Man in the White Shirt, who challenged her every beliefs. Maybe our Mr. PERFECT does exist. But how many of us get to meet him? And how many get to be with theirs, spend their lives together, holding hands forever? All of this could have been hers. If only destiny had willed it, but, it is too late now. And how can she ever be herself again? This story follows Angelica's journey, on how she met the man of her dreams. Were they meant to be star crossed, forever? Will all of this only be an unrequited dream? Best Ratings... #36 in Lifestory /9.47k #21 in Workplace
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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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