365 sunsets (on hold)

365 sunsets (on hold)

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I love you. I love you so much, I can not even begin to put it into words (so excuse me if this sucks). I love you more than I love life. But, life can be an unpredictable bitch, and so you need to understand that everyone makes their mistakes. This being said, some mistakes are bigger than others. If mistakes were on a scale of one to ten, then I'm sorry, but mine would be 11. I'm so unbelievably sorry, but your sister is here now. *** It's funny how something that happens everyday can go completely unnoticed. Many people might say that it's all those 'every days' that matter the most. That it's all about the journey, and not the destination. The sun has risen and set everyday for eternity without fault, but it was the day that I sat down and realised what I've been missing that mattered most. It's not the journey that matters, it's the destination. It's during the journey that we make our mistakes, and learn to never make them again. But it was the destination in which I met Ian.
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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