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Wonderwall

Leituras 19
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Leituras 19
Votos 0
Capítulos 2

Her and I we're almost perfect 

Personality

Humor 

Taste

It was all there

The only thing that wasn't perfect was our timing.

What we loves about each other-was never enough to leave who we were with. 

This is something we've actually had to face and accept.

And we what had to leave behind-what we had.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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YuanFen, de hannarie_21

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

Fall Apart, de AngMundoNiAsh

Book Cover by: PreetyNaughty01 "There's no perfect love or relationship, the only thing we can do to make it somehow perfect is to be satisfied with one."

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔-🏳️‍🌈 𝐆𝐱𝐆✔️, de lyn_ruby

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦#𝟯 ＣＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＤ "I won't promise you anything. Just let me love you and i will show you how sincere i am." #𝒈𝒙𝒈 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Ms. Perfect (COMPLETED✔️), de Misha_L3

I believe that nothing's perfect except for the word itself. But that changed when I MET you, my Ms. Perfect.

When Skies Went Dark, de suegaryy

"I always feel like I was nothing but a dark room, destined to be alone forever. A dark and isolated room and a black cloud with sadness filled inside with me. But before even realizing it, I am actually a beautiful moon. I am not destined to be alone, but fated to be with a star. My star... My Theo..."

FROM FRIENDS TO LOVERS (AND BEYOND), de Daisuki38

There are moments in life so small, so ordinary, that you barely notice when everything changes. A glance held a little too long. A laugh that feels different in your chest. A touch that lingers. She became my best friend, my constant. Late-night calls, endless adventures, secrets whispered into the dark. It was always easy with her, natural. Safe. But somewhere between laughter and promises, something shifted. I didn't know it at first-not really. I just knew that when she smiled, it felt like the sun had chosen me. That when she cried, it hurt more than my own heartbreaks. That when she was near, the world made a little more sense. This is the story of how we found each other-not as we were, but as we were meant to be. From friends, to lovers, and somewhere even deeper than that. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories start with a simple truth: it was always you.

#1 CWS: Two In A Million, de Asmodeus_FAL69

Love is blind as people say it. and only, the heart can feel its real meaning. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Imperfections of Being Perfect, de Imcrazyyouknow

"It is not being perfect what we used to be, it is what our hearts desire to show who we really are." - Reena Francesca Campbell

Games Of The Heart, de _hyperpotato_

Disclaimer: I do not own this story and just wanted to share this wonderful one. Enjoy ♥

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Ms. Perfect (COMPLETED✔️) cover

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YuanFen

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'