A share of Memories

A share of Memories

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Hi name's marie Ann , marien for short.. I fell inlove with this not so popular but tall guy who made me realize that love should not only be Given by one person inside a relationship but .. ALSO EQUAL..Being a Senior is so difficult in terms of prioritizing things.. and is also a hard time to find some extra time for your happiness.. Although, love can be tough at times, you will always find a way to fix it up and build it again ... I always end up relating love to a house.. because one of my subject teachers told me that: "A house won't be beautiful if it only has Bright paints and beautiful designs , it will be More beautiful if the foundation itself is STRONG" the only meaning that came to my mind is : A Relationship will not last long if you two will only have happy times and happy bonding moments..sometimes, you have to accept the fact that people really encounter problems,struggles and challenges to test if you were really strong enough to fight for each other..
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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