How We Never Were
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Last published Tue, Oct 7, 2014
Dear Reader,
I know this is silly. I know that it's not meant to be. I know that I should end this as soon as I can, but... even though I know all these things, I still can't help but hope. Now I know you may not agree with love at such a young age, and truth be told, I don't either, but he's... different... He makes me want to believe things that may not be true... He makes me happy. I suppose that's all that really matters. He was... is... everything I look for, but sadly fate had a different plan for us. We met. We talked. I fell. And stayed on the ground. But now, I know. He is my right person at the wrong time. Now, I think it's time I told the story of how we never were.
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