Life is Liz (LiL, #1)
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"Really perfection is only just impossibility."
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Sometimes I'm happy to be alone. Glad even that I'm able to enjoy me-time in peace.
Other times I feel so lonely that I can't breathe without enduring the empty pain in my heart, yearning for another to embrace me, to inhale the scent of his cologne, and for it to lull me into the comfort of tranquility. I yearn for the reassuring warmth of his hug provided by his body heat. I yearn to find he who helps me up when I get beaten down, who fights my demons with me, who pushes me into situations that I fear. Someone who understands, who is always there, who makes me happy again. He who soothes me through his presence only, who laughs with me and at my lame jokes. I long to find the one that can bring me immense joy and I him.
He is the person that I doubt I'm able to find.
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