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our little almost

our little almost

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Fiction
Romance
He was the "I hate you" kind of boy. She was the "Then , hate me" kind of girl. India Bloom and Roman Kaur would tease eachother and joke together. But this wasn't a love story. Because the one loved the other way too late.
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I was what they called a perfectionist. I had everything planned out and wanted a simple straightforward life. Things at home were hectic, disturbed, painful and heart-breaking. I decided that I wanted to stay away from all people that could possibly hurt me. For example, friends, extended family, judgemental neighbours and worst of all, the one I dreaded the most... love. But of course, as any normal story goes, I was unable to steer clear of love. I was unable to steer clear from him. I let myself drown in merciless water, drown so deep, the surface was out of the question. I let myself escape and wonder in his inequitable love, so blinded, so foolish. I thought I could no longer drown. But that day. That one day. That day ensured my belief. That I would forever drown alone.

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